Ain't there some folk lore about the size of men's feet bein' some sort of indicator about sumthin' else...?
Note to the President: If ya have to live on the White House lawn in a FEMA trailer for a few days while ya make sure the exorcism (cleverly masqueraded as 'fumigation'. Ha!) took, get one that's had its doors and windows open since Katrina to make sure outgassing is complete so as not to wreck your health.
Note to Bush: If there are any last-minute redos necessary at your new house in the racist enclave, you deserve a brand spankin' new FEMA trailer. Breathe deep. Don't that smell good? That's the smell of your unregulated capitalism. I hope it kills you like it's done to others.
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