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    The Propheteer
    The Propheteer
    The Propheteer
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    The Propheteer

    By Jason Coe

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    On January 20, 2009, George Walker Bush climbed the White House fence, and looking westward with joy, beheld his chopper coming with the mist. But as he descended the lawn toward the helipad, unease came upon him, and he thought, How shall I go in self-righteousness and without subpoenas? At that moment, Bush decided he would not leave without justifying himself first.

    As George appears before his fawning cronies, he muses over an array of moral topics related to the Bush Administration through a lens of pompous greed, violence, and corruption. With a voice of unconfirmed wisdom, George speaks on love (Only when the love of yourself allows you to trample others without regret have you found the sacred path hidden among many), oil (Truly oil has fed the tasteless dreams of an era while never quenching them), and finally self-knowledge, when he clears his throat and says, Um, cueing everyone in the crowd to take a bathroom break.

    In this laugh-out-loud reimagining of events occurring before Bush made his final exit from the White House, a Propheteer is finally provided the opportunity to leave a tiny flame of his spirit behind.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisheriUniverse
    Release dateSep 29, 2010
    ISBN9781450260558
    The Propheteer
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    Jason Coe

    Jason Coe is a psychiatrist in Silver City, New Mexico, home of the famous teenage outlaw Billy the Kid.

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      The Propheteer - Jason Coe

      The

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      Copyright © 2010 Jason Coe

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      ISBN: 978-1-4502-6057-2 (pbk)

      ISBN: 978-1-4502-6055-8 (ebk)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2010913592

      Printed in the United States of America

      iUniverse rev. date: 9/24/2010

      This is a work of fiction.

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      Contents

      I.

      The Coming of the Chopper

      II.

      On Love

      III.

      On Marriage

      IV.

      On Giving

      V.

      On Children

      VI.

      On Work

      VII.

      On Guns

      VIII.

      On Oil

      IX.

      On Houses

      X.

      On Laws

      XI.

      On Freedom

      XII.

      On Buying and Selling

      XIII.

      On Self Knowledge

      XIV.

      On Crime and Punishment

      XV.

      On Good and Evil

      XVI.

      On Prayer

      XVII.

      On Justice

      XVIII.

      On Pleasure

      XIX.

      On the Poor

      XX.

      On Booty

      XXI.

      On Nepotism

      XXII.

      On Pain

      XXIII.

      On Death

      XXIV.

      The Farewell

      I.

      The Coming of the Chopper

      George, the chosen one, the grandson, son, brother, father and uncle of chosen ones, who was a dusk onto his day, had waited eight years in the White House in the city of Washington for the helicopter that was to carry him back to the land of Texas.

      In this eighth year, on the 20th day of January, in the month of pardons, he climbed the White House fence, and looking westward, beheld his chopper coming with the mist. The medallions of his flightsuit were flung open, and his joy leapt sweetly over the Potomac. He prayed quite loudly, and with a lot of amens.

      But as he descended the lawn toward the helipad, an unease came upon him, and he thought in his heart:

      How shall I go in self-righteousness and without subpoenas? Nay, not without justifying myself shall I leave this place.

      For long were the nights of mumbling spent within these walls, and many were the kernels of popcorn caught in a row. Condi had the record at 73- the night we bailed out AIG.

      Too many times was I lost in its hallways, and how many tour groups had to help me find the nearest bathroom. And of the thousands of times I ordered KFC, Laura only caught me wiping my hands on the draperies twice. Truly, who can withdraw from such memories without an O’Douls and a heartache?

      Today it is not a Commander-in-Chief ballcap I tear off, but my Secret Service beaconed underwear as well.

      Yet I cannot dawdle. The wild

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