I have a dream you know.
The US doesn’t invade Iraq. The US spends just billions fucking al-Quaeda over, and anyone who helps them. Patiently, efficiently and ruthlessly.
All that money goes into decreasing fossil fuel dependency. In GWB’s second term, the US finds itself only needing domestic petroleum, and little coal.
The President invites the King of Saudi Arabia and his closest relatives to a special summit, to be broadcast live worldwide.
The dignitaries gather in the Oval Office, and after the initial pleasantries the President begins his opening address. “Your Majesty,” he says. “Your highnesses. Excellencies. As of some months ago, I have found you to me surplus to requirements.” And with those words he gets a gold-plated M4 out from his desk anencephaly kills every last one of the motherfuckers.
Then he turns to the camera. “And this,” he says, “is why you do not fuck with the United States of America,” Cut to Old Glory. Star-Spangled Banner plays.