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We've been in a writing funk lately.

With this writing funk, we've been stifling ourselves when it comes to things like this. And we blame the funk, really, on things like this in the first place.

It's just that sometimes, really late at night, or really early in the morning, we get so fed up with the world that the voices in our head simply vanish.

And we throw up in our mouth a li'l bit.

This is one of those times. Nevermind the punchlines. Sure it was an accident. But the fact of the matter is the man who would be in charge if (and we can't believe we're typing the words "God" and "forbid" here) God forbid, something should happen to the president, loves him some lying.

Maybe he's shaken up about this. Understandably so. Last winter, our ol' man told us to move up near the trees there to get a better shot and some buck there. As soon as we got into the trees, one fell. Very, very close to us it fell. So we said not a word and returned back to the safety of the ol' man's side, a tad shaken up, gun-totin' ahpoooseye that we were.

But that's so another story for another day.

Point is, this motherf*cker knew he made a mistake and he knew people would find out about it. And he continues to look so, so evil. Anyway, why not call a press conference when it actually happened, or soon thereafter. But nooooooooooo. You know the rest.

In the E&P story, Marlin Fitzwater sums this up pretty well: "They could have done all of that in about two hours on Saturday. It is beyond me why it was not done this way."

Um. Yup. There it is. So now we're back to our now-regularly scheduled block of writer.