Disposable Roosevelt:
Here's a little-known secret about the White House: every once in a while, when the mood strikes, in the earliest morning hours, accompanied by a posse of Secret Service, President George W. Bush pays visits to the FDR Memorial near the National Mall. Bush bows his head in silent homage to the past President and then, remembering who he is, he tells his posse to turn their heads while he undoes his pants and pulls out his cock.

The Secret Service agents, who have been taught to ignore the worst horrors imaginable in defense of their charge, cringe at the agonized screams they hear with their backs turned to the President as Bush madly jacks off, howling at the crippled visage in front of him, so loud that one might expect the giant Jefferson and Lincoln to throw shoes at him. Then Bush orgasms, whimpering and giggling, giggling that staccato stroke victim giggle of his as he wipes his dick on Roosevelt's face and says, "I've got a New Deal fer ya. Lick me clean, you commie-enabling gimp." Then he zips up and tells his shaken phalanx of agents to take him home. What a fantasy it is for Bush, forcing FDR to fellate him. It's like the dream of generations of Bushes, having tolerated the Roosevelts for so, so long.