People who have been recently diagnosed as suffering from Bush Traumatic Shock Syndrome (BTSS), may soon be able to relax as a cure has been found for the disgusting ailment.
As in so many scientific discoveries, chance played a role here too. Penicillin was stumbled on by accident, the discovery of The Sun was a mere matter of luck and putting runs into nylon stockings was one serendipidous roll of the dice.
In the case of Bush Traumatic Shock Disorder the luck belongs ironically to Lucky Pizzarelli the old vaudevillian comic-great grandfather of Dr Cobb. Pizarelli who suffers from so many ailments that he cannot be left alone came to the conference with his great-grandson, well...because he can't be left alone.
During one of the breaks, the frustrated therapists began chatting with the old crusty clown. When he heard that Bush was the cause of their conundrum, he began his routine of W-inspired humor (that he had stolen like any good comic): "Hey, have you heard the one where an aide to the prime minister of Canada called President Bush a moron? Well that's not fair. Here's a guy who never worked a day in his life, got rich off his Dad's money, lost the popular vote and ended up president. That's not a moron, that's genius!..."
The president finally explained why he sat in that classroom on 9/11 for 7 minutes after he was told the country was under attack. He said: 'I was just collecting his thoughts." To which came the reply "What a time to start a new hobby!"
Well, Lucky fired one joke after another until the therapists and their patients were rolling on the floor.Dr Cobb,during one of Lucky's many bathroom breaks, realized the only treatment for BTSS...if you don't laugh, you drink, drug, starve, get fired, can't sleep and cry...if you don't laugh, you cry...