How to turn presidential speeches into musical theater

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By Jaina and Megan

meggier1: Dear Mr. President, please stop discussing "The Terrorists". Thank you.
Booooo
JainaX: like they hang out in a clubhouse
meggier1: I know. I bet they all wear matching leather jackets.
meggier1: Complete with Terrorist insignia
JainaX: Man, I totally want someone to photoshop that now.
meggier1: Bwah. Grease!
meggier1: Suddenly giving the T-Birds new meaning.
JainaX: *DIES DED*
JainaX: Okay. picture Bin Laden and his like doing the choreography to Greased Lightning.
meggier1: BWA HA HA HA HA!
JainaX: "GREASED LIGHTNING! GO GREASED LIGHTNING!"
JainaX: This is why we're bound for hell
meggier1: Well, I've been bound for Hell for quite a while already. No loss for me.
JainaX: same here
JainaX: "Summer lovin', had me a blast..."
meggier1: Who would be Sandy?
meggier1: And the Pink Ladies?
JainaX: Bush and his cabinet?
JainaX: From different worlds and all that
meggier1: Yes. I am liking this.
JainaX: Me too. Who's Rizzo?
meggier1: Someone with Photoshop and filking skills must do this.
Rizzo is Cheney. Francie is Condy.
JainaX: How about Rove?
meggier1: Jan Marachino. As in Cherry.
JainaX: Hee hee hee.
meggier1: Oooh! DANCE OFF!
JainaX: I would pay to see this on Broadway.
meggier1: As would I. As would I