Imagine that you are a spoiled rich kid who has always had his way. Even when things didn't go your way you were either sheltered from it or simply ignored it. When bad shit did happen Daddy or his other rich friends made it go away.
Imagine you just can't get away with it anymore.
Imagine you are George W. Bush. Imagine that the shit just won't go away.
It must be terribly unpleasant for him. Excuse me. I'm getting quite emotional about this. I think I need some quiet time. (Sniff sniff)
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