One day, forty, fifty years hence, some aging basement-dweller sleeping slumped over in his wheelchair at the Whispering Hemp Moonbat Retire Home And Villas will overhear a staff member say, "I'm bushed", slowly raise his head and force open his rheumy eyes long enough to croak, "It's not too late for impeachment", before falling back into a tranquilizer-induced sleep.
No one will have the heart to tell him Bush has been dead for nigh on twenty years, history books have lionized him for his national defense policies and the Democrat Party now carries as much influence as the Flat Earth Society.
