THE 2004 STATE OF THE UNION ADDRESS: COMPLETE TRANSCRIPT OF PRESIDENT BUSH'S SPEECH TO CONGRESS AND THE NATION
The United States Capitol
THE PRESIDENT: Mr. Speaker, Vice President Cheney, fellow Republican CEOs, terrorist-coddling liberals,
telegenic colored toddlers, and uniform-wearing military props:
America this evening is a nation whipped into a state of perpetual paranoia over terrorism. And I, your
Supreme and Omnipotent Leader, am rising to sustain that. (Applause.)
In short... BE AFRAID. Be very afraid. Be constantly and persistently afraid. Be totally consumed by
fear. Be absolutely, shit-in-your-Dockers terrified. To do otherwise is to voluntarily lay your blue-eyed
babies at the Muslamian altar of sacrificial murder. Of course, don't be so a'scared that you feel like you can't let
your kids play hopscotch on the sidewalk or go about your daily business as if you were living in the 90's. I've
got your back. In fact, I'm the only one who knows how to protect this country from the hole dwellers who tried to
kill my daddy.
As we gather tonight, America's military is stretched paper-thin across the face of the Earth. The servicemen
and women for whom I feign respect are committing suicide and resigning
their commissions in droves. Yet by scattering them around like so much disposal bio-confetti, we keep our domestic
news media fixated on war, and in so doing continue to pound the enormous bongo drums of fear which buoy my approval
ratings so gloriously. (Applause.)
Indeed, hundreds of military grunts are losing their lives so that you and I can secure the SUV juice we need to
keep our country running. Who controls the spice... er, "oil," controls the UNIVERSE! And we thank the
Hailiburton Corporation for their tax-deductible, pre-war donation of over 100,000 beautifully ornate
military tombstones. (Applause.)
After all, our veterans deserve no less. (Applause.)
Tonight, members of this Republican Congress can take pride in having joined me in donning a fabulous star-spangled toga,
invoking terror ad nauseum, and successfully imploding six miserable and horrifying decades of misguided legislation
designed by evildoers (yes, American evildoers!) to interfere with God's divine plan for our nation's
socio-economically inferior. Way to go, boys. (Applause.)
I want to thank the Democrats, in particular, for having purged their skeletons of the unruly vertebrae which
might have otherwise prevented me from experiencing the groin-moistening satisfaction of effortless domination.
I know that after this speech, Tom Daschle and Nancy Pelosi will stutter through their prepared remarks with
all the persuasiveness and gravitas of a Richard Simmons tutorial on eating pussy. And for that, I am doubly
Moving forward, our nation faces a choice. We can act like a sissy little school girl, and waste a bunch of time thinking and
talking about boring, non-terror-related stuff – or we can be a massively studly dude, and stay totally
focused on bringing the world's most powerful arsenal to bear upon a few hundred hole-dwelling, lice-bearded boogey men.
Now some say I'm thick as a brick, but I'm not blind to the irony there. Whoever would have guessed that Americans
could believe that the only way to be "tough" is to twist your panties in a frantic perma-knot over some
boxcutter-wielding religious loonies all named Mohammed? Not me, for one. But hey, whatever works! (Applause.)
(President holds fingers up and begins counting) Er… twenty-eight months have passed since
September 11th, 2001. That's gotta be over at least 100 days.
Now given that I mention 9/11™ every five minutes of the 10 hours each day that I'm not sleeping, napping, or funneling
Buckler – that
means I've only had the opportunity to bring up September 11th about a half a gazillion times since it happened. If you
count this now, we're looking at a half a gazillion and one! My goal of course, is to mention 9/11™ at least a multi-gazillion
billion million times before
leaving office. To do that, I will need at least five more years. (Applause.)
Inside the United States, where 9/11™ happened, we must continue to exploit this tragedy to eliminate the
so-called "civil liberties" that continue to lend false legitimacy to the Marxist-infested ACLU. A key tool
in that mission is the Patriot Act, which allows federal law enforcement to lock up suspicious-looking
brownies (and I ain't talkin' about the kind grandma bakes on your birthday!), keep tabs on Al Gore, and generate comprehensive activity logs of Michael Moore's animal porn
downloads. Damned beastialitator! For years, we have used similar provisions to entrap colored teens trafficking in dime bags
and reeducate them to help turn their communities into gang-controlled, economically profitable war zones
(CIA code name: Ghetto Projects). If these methods are good for incarcerating impoverished, nappy-headed juveniles,
they are even more important for dealing with political troublemakers!
Key provisions of the Patriot Act are set to expire next year. (Applause.)
Shut up! Think you're really clever clapping there, don't you? Yeah, well go ahead and have your little fun,
you wily Democrat fruits. I mean, just so long as you keep rimming me every time there's an actual vote
on the floor, I don't mind. Really!
Anyway, Rev. Ashcroft says he needs the Patriot Act. And to me, that's as good as Jesus Christ Himself shouting it
down from His condo in the clouds. So do as I say and renew it – unless of course
you're eager to spend the rest of your Congressional recesses kicking it Taliban-style at Camp X-Ray.
As we move forward into this selection year, it is essential for me that the American economy appear robust.
Fortunately, as my friends at Enron taught us all, accounting is a many splendored thing. No matter how
gloomy the big picture is, there's always some handy, yet ultimately meaningless figure you can point at to
make it seem like everything's humming along real hunky-dorey. You know, like the "economic optimism index"
or "composite leading thingydoodle." So long as you keep rolling those figures out before election day, those
corn belt crackers will eat it up and think I actually care. It's only later, when your deficit is so big that the whole shi-bang
collapses, that folks wise up to what's been going on. Of course, by then, us guys at the top have already
cashed out – big time. (Applause.)
Americans are proving once again to be the hardest working people in the world. Well, those of them with jobs,
anyway. That's because my bestest college pals who make up the fabulously-compensated executive management class
of our nation's corporations are squeezing every last drop of productivity juice out of those, sorry working-class
factory monkeys. Really cracking the whip, as it were. Who says slavery is dead, anyhoo? (Knowing Laughter.)
Of course, as the year progresses, my traitorous Democratic opponents will no doubt point to the fact that at
this point, it is inevitable that I will have the worst record on job creation since the fiscally infamous
President Herbert Hoover. Well today, I am pleased to say that the unemployment rate is now dropping! Sure,
that's only because millions have either given up looking for work or their unemployment benefits have run out,
but once again, all that underlying stuff is just complicated explanations and substance. In short, accounting
to the rescue once again!
Hey – somebody tell the cameraman to quit cutting to Ted Kennedy! If I look up in the monitor one more
time and see that fat fucker's bloated kisser shaking his head like what I'm saying is wrong, I WILL come down
off this stage and dish out some serious whoop-ass on that hooker-drowning pinko.
Oops – it's been five minutes. Back to 9/11™. You know, as horrible as 9/11™ was – except for the great
political side effects – Americans should at all times be letting their imaginations run wild, dreaming up
scenarios of terrorism perpetrated against America that are so horrifying, they make 9/11™ look like a ding in
the fender of your F-250. Because if we don't stay utterly fixated on TERROR,
it becomes unpatriotically tempting to examine my domestic record. Fortunately, thus far the people of the United States
are determined: We refuse to live in the shadow of thoughtful calm. (Applause.)
One year ago, I appeared in this chamber to deliver another terror
soliloquy. At that time, unbeknownst to any of you in the lowly Legislative Branch, I had already decided to strike unilaterally
in order to exact long-overdue personal vengeance against Saddam Hussein.
I spoke breathlessly of "alluminum tubes" and "yellow cake uranium" from the mysterious and nefarious country of Nigger.
And though the ensuing months would see those claims exposed as laughable forgeries, I would hold my ground during the
Niggergate storm. Because even without that stuff I misled you all about,
my crackerjack operatives had gathered plenty of other evidence and
intelligence we could use to flip the bird to global opinion.
And so, ten months ago, I unleashed the dogs of war. Today, Iraq
is the picture of perfectly pre-planned chaos. The Iraqazoid people are slowly but surely coming to appreciate how
wonderful life is under America's glorious Superpower Thumb. They are submissively grateful
for the love we have shown them, and have are adjusting fabulously
to all the new FREEDOM® we're bestowing on them
at the end of a howitzer barrel. (Applause.)
Having broken the secular Baathist regime, which mistrusted the religious zealots who comprise most terror organizations, we
now face an Iraq fully infested with countless thousands of foreign terrorists flowing through its now-porous borders.
Yet despite the increasingly frequent explosions and deaths of our soldiers, we can still claim progress. After all,
it only took nine months to smoke Saddam out of his hole. (Applause.)
Lately though, some whiners have been rudely dwelling on the fact that I sold America on an illegal war by promising to unearth
weapons of mass destruction, which I have since failed to do. To them I say, "Who cares! Saddam's out of power, and that's a
good thing!" I mean, I just don't get those folks. For instance, if I write a check for a new lawn mower, and the dealer
brings me an ice cream truck instead, am I going to complain about it? Hell no! I like ice cream! Well it's the same thing
with Iraq. Sure, the transaction may have technically been fraudulent, but ice cream is yummy! You'd think liberals
could get that through their thick skulls. I mean, sheesh!
And on that ostensibly happy note, let's move on from the often unpleasant and politically volatile subject of Iraqistan.
Let us talk instead of pleasant, joyous, and uncontentious things – like marriage.
As we all know, marriage is a very special and precious institution. The citizens of our country love getting married. In fact,
millions of Americans love and respect it so much, they do it again and again and again! As a believer in competition in
the free marketplace, Republicans like me believe that all this marrying strengthens the institution. If you enter into one marriage,
and it's not to your liking, you do what any good capitalist does; dump it and move on to something newer, better, and with less saggy tits.
Or, at the very least, you make like my baby brother Neil and go cut yourself some tasty slices
of fine Asiatic poon-tang
on the side. (Applause.)
Unfortunately, the past year has seen practitioners of the homosexual choice expressing their interest in daring to defy
our stereotypes of them as insatiable orgiastic pederasts, and settle down into stable monogamous relationships. Activist
judges in Howard Dean's Vermont and John Kerry's Faggachusetts
have moved aggressively to give queers special rights. Namely, the right to pretend they deserve to be equal to folks
like you and me. That, my fellow Americans, we cannot abide. And should it be prove necessary, we will pursue
a Constitutional Amendment supporting Biblical principles regarding marriage.
Because in the end, marriage is about love, and when you hate someone as much as normal people hate homos, there's nothing
quite so sadistically delicious than depriving them of the right to love. Well, except depriving them of the right to not be
brutally gay-bashed. (Applause, Knowing Laughter.)
Of course, before one is married, one is often young. And when you're young, every last cell in your body is usually screaming
bloody murder for hot teen S-E-X. I'm told it's due to "hormones" or some such liberal science mumbo-jumbo. Well I say
nuts to that! That's why, when it comes to teaching our country's nubile puberteens about human reproduction, my administration's
policy consists of but one recommendation:
"Keep It In Your Pants!" Indeed, let it be known that abstinence is the
only acceptible option for Bush Youth. Well, unless you're my brother Jebber's boy Jebby, who was arrested porking his sweet sixteen
hottie in a mega-mall parking lot. Or Jebber's other boy George P., who had no choice but to start stalking his
teen girlie as soon as she had the nerve to stop putting out.
But back to terror for a minute. You know, there are so many things of which we can be terrified. From
S.A.R.S. to "Mad Cow"
to our inevitable destruction by Islamian-engineered nuke pox, there
are countless reasons for us to cower in eterna-terror. Franklin Roosevelt once said that "the only thing we have to
fear is fear itself." I don't how that cripple got re-elected so many times with a back-asswards strategy like that,
but I'm sure as hell not making the same gamble. I once made the mistake of suggesting it in a meeting, and Karl Rove slapped me across
the face so hard, it dislodged a whole fiscal quarter's worth of pretzel plaque off my choppers!
And just like the War on Terror, the War on Drugs is far from over. Though not on the front burner of my administration,
we still keep it simmering in the unlikely
event that the world's mad-dog terrorist Muslims cry Uncle, accept Christ and start attending tractor pulls tomorrow.
In that event, we would need to immediately fall back on another "war" to terrify and distract you while me and my pals use
your money to throw the biggest, raging-est, corporaternity kegger ever, then spend all night gang-banging the Constitution
like an asking-for-it Tailhook slut.
The Republican Party knows what we're doing when it comes to making sure that pacifying drugs stay in the ghetto, where
they'll continue their Darwinian job of whittling down the country's mush-mouthed Spigras, and ensuring that only
the finest blow gets in the hands of the blue-blooded elite – because hey, the rules don't always apply to those who
own the ink they're written with. (Applause.)
Over twenty-five years ago, this nation was going batshit, ushering in a new era of the kind of loathsome freedom
that, unlike today's variety, makes it difficult to oppress the Matrix-like human batteries I'm forced to call my
fellow Americans. During this era of libertarian excess – where people could actually make personal decisions
without fear of societal thumbscrews or divine thunderbolts – one of the greatest crimes ever was perpetuated.
That crime's name is "Roe v. Wade." And I swear to you that we will overturn that Supreme Court decision. (Applause.)
The simple fact of the matter is that ladyfolk just can't be allowed to make decisions about their own bodies.
You let broads decide they have a say over what they can and cannot do about their holy holes, and the next thing you know,
they're demanding an accountable electoral system that reflects the will of the voters.
A woman's womb is the rightful property of the God, and his mortal seraphim, the Federal Government. And very soon, I
will require the USDA to properly stamp a woman's uterus and make it illegal to do anything but squirt out future
Marines. Remember that women are emotional creatures, and oftentimes need guidance in life, guidance that can only
be supplied by us guys. Sometimes a woman says "No," but she means "Yes." Therefore, sometimes a woman says "My daddy
raped me and I don't wish to give birth to a child with no brain stem," but what she really means is, "I want to make
babies! Dozens of babies who will grow up to be slack-jawed cubicle monkeys!"
Abortion is a moral issue, but moreso, overturning Roe v. Wade is about filling in the levy that once separated the
government from your body. And fifty years from now, when only the wealthiest can LearJet® it over to
some third world country and shop for life-extending, genetically grown pig organs, you'll be thankful that the American
government was there to make sure no trailer trash or booty shakers were allowed to replace their Winston-ravaged lungs
for new ones, thus dramatically limiting the amount of time their lesser persons pollute our world with their presence.
Wait a minute! I'm sorry... I'm getting a transmission from Upstairs, here – it's Jesus. He says "Hi." Pardon me – this is unexpected
– he wishes to speak through me directly. Don't be afraid as my eyes roll back in my head... I'M HERE JESUS, TAKE ME!
"It is I, the Son of Man. Behold me, faithful! Fear me, Jews, atheists, and Barbara Boxer! Do you doubt me? Watch as
I perform the miracle of turning one Twix bar... INTO TWO! As George W. Bush's #1 Constituent, I am using him as a conduit
through which to talk at you. Obey me. Obey the President, as we are one and the same. Like the trinity, only more like
a twoity. It's through this king of kings that I bid you to do unto others before they do unto you, and to love thine
enemy with full-metal-jacketed understanding. Unfortunately, I must leave your realm now, for I have floods, famine,
and plagues to oversee. But never forget that I am watching you always, and if you deviate even one iota from the Grand Old Party's
grand old plan, remember that Satan keeps Goliath around in Hell – specifically to split your sinning asses in
twain with his white hot, Goliath-sized prick! And in my name I say - A-men".
Whoa! That's always a trip. I'm back. Later J.C.! Thanks for the stigmata!
Funny old Hay-Seuss should show up, because I'd like to take this time to talk about the faith-based initiatives that
I love to spin as benevolent community service, when in actuality it's just my way of bleeding social programs of tax
money and filling the coffers of the private God industries and the fire and brimstone profiteers, who, over two thousand
years ago, would have been tossed out of the temple by Jesus.
It's a good thing it's so hard to see your own hypocrisy, huh? (Applause.)
Instead of a society that welcomes the hungry and destitute with a bowl of soup, counseling, and money to get back on
their feet, we will be a society that forces them to swear allegiance to our holy mind control club before getting a
steaming mug of beef spinal cord broth. And what if they don't fall on their knees and let the Lord help them oppress
themselves? Well, starve in the cold, fucknut. No disaster-saving Ark for you.
As a devout neoconservative intellectual, I am signaling an end to big government, and ushering in a new epoch of
Jehovah-sized government. Your tax dollars will not be wasted trying to give the downtrodden an edge in a vastly unfair
society. Your tax dollars will be used to fatten the purses of sanctimonious men that would make Caesar himself blush.
And here's the catch – faith-based initiatives will be accountable only to the sacred bean-counters in the
bowels of Christ-branded corporations.
Hey, it's Osama Bin Laden! Boo! See? We can never let our guard down. We can never be safe. We can only be alive and
obedient or else be turned into worm food. But it's not all hopeless – we are making progress in the War on
Terror... a war that has to be fought on every front, including your local mall, front lawn, and bedroom.
Why, the current casualties in Iraq have topped 500 – more than in the first four years of Vietnam. If that's not
progress, I don't know what is. And if we keep it up, we can top the close to 60 thousand casualties of that war I
bravely fought while chasing debutante humpboxes in Texas in less than the ten years it actually took. But get
this: we charbroiled over three million gooks during the 'Nam. And we hope to double that amount in Iraq over the next few years.
We will not stop our siege of the world, we will not waver, we will continue with a policy of preemptive war and dare
our fellow Earthlings, who by our grace we allow to wallow in polluted urban penitentiaries and feast on the rotten
fruits of our savage excess, to fuck with us. We dare you. Bring it! Cuz it's brung, dawg. Bounce!
Preemptive war works, because it's linear, and simple and I understand it. But remember, that preemptive war worked
for the Nazis and the Soviets. Why, without such a policy, Poland and Czechoslovakia might have flown planes into
their normally annoying liberal breadbaskets.
Hey, how bout that 9/11™? That was some severely scary stuff, huh? You know what's weird though? You can grab any random
person off the streets of New York City, and there's a pretty good chance they actually saw that attack go down – and yet,
there's not a one of them who are as frightened of terrorism as America's brave and rugged heartland. Why is that?
I'd have asked Hillary Clinton, but she's about as real a New Yorker as I am a Lone Star State cowboy. Anyway, who
am I to look a gift horse in the mouth?
For all Americans, the last three years have brought tests we did not ask for like the "Are there no less than five flags
on your SUV, potential patriot?", Federal tyranny unparalleled in history, and Christmas bonuses shared by the privileged few.
By our actions, we have shown what kind of nation we are – a nation of morbidly obese philistines too drunk on
power to realize that our time as an Empire is short, because we give the world nothing, but take everything.
In grief, we found the grace to go on – and I exploited that peerless moment of national character in order
to create a society that would make George Orwell shit little iron Yorkshire puddings. In challenge, we
rediscovered the courage and daring and susceptibility to gilded lies of a free people afraid for their
lives and unsure of the future. In victory, we have shown the bloodlust and monolithic loyalty to a fascistic
leader whose sedating promises obscure a plan to twist the world's nutsack for the next thousand years. What
does it profit a country if they gain the world, but lose their souls? Well, try a 50,000 Dow and quarterly growth
that will get to Mars before we do!
I've been witness to the character of the people of America, who have shown impressive malleability in times of
danger, utter intolerance for those unwilling to surrender to paranoia, and serious toughness when it comes to
talking loud and saying nothing. All of us have been partners in a great, collective, almost witch-like hysteria.
And even the youngest are not immune to the riptides of irrational panic sweeping our national consciousness.
Last month a girl in Lincoln, Rhode Island, sent me a letter. It began, "Dear Infallible and God-Ordained
Prince George W. Bush. If there's anything you know, I, Ashley Paulson, age 10, can do to help you win
re-selection, please send me a letter and tell me what I can do to make our country a quasi-fascist wonderland."
She added this P.S.: "If you can send a letter to the troops, please put, 'Ashley Paulson believes it when FOX News
says you should be dying for oil." (Applause.)
Isn't it great to know we still live in a country where you can scare a kid shitless and she'll do whatever you
tell her to, because she really believes there is good and evil in the world – as opposed to just saying there is
to score some cheap, condescenting political points? That kind of sweet, naïve, endearing sentiment is just the sort of sound-byte
Karl prays for.
Well tonight, Ashley, your message to our troops has just been conveyed. So smile, you've just been manipulated and dehumanized!
And, yes, you have some duties yourself.
Pray hard and loud in your public school, listen to your mom and dad – and if they say anything suspicious, report them,
and when you and your friends see a man in uniform, first say, "Sweet package!"
And then turn serious and say, "thank you, future benefitless veteran! I hope you don't wake up with the sweats in twenty years because you murdered all
those brown-skinned babies and watched their blood drain into the sand – right along with your youth and innocence!"
And, Ashley, while you do your part, all of us here in this great chamber will be doing our best to extricate
ourselves from the sticky, crotch-deep vortex of saccharine verbal diarrhea I've just now spewed from my
teleprompting pie hole. (Applause.)
My fellow citizens, we now move forward, with confidence and faith in the one and only true lord Jesus Christ
and the eucharistic greenback.
Our nation is armed to the teeth and overflowing with self-righteous indignation. The cause we serve is Me, because
I am the Way and the Light. My momentum, along with that of my party, is unmistakable – and it is not carried
forward by our inherent superiority alone. It is carried forward by God, who year after year, may allow other
countries to sit on the sidelines in the Game of Life, but always and without fail personally slips a gemstone-encrusted
Super Bowl ring onto America's rugged, yet perfectly manicured paw. (Applause.)
Thank you, and may Big Daddy, Junior and The Spook bless the Red States of America and curse those sumbitches that
don't jump when I say so. Thank you.