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Republicans, do you remember these things from George Walker Bush's presidency?

I know you are dying for those great Republican leaders to return to office, but hop on my magical carpet ride and let’s revisit the days of President George Walker Bush:

–Fraudulent, needless invasion of Iraq off cooked intelligence
–hijacking of the surplus Clinton left him
–Medicare reformed that fattened the pockets of Big Pharma (and drained our Treasury of billions)
–Silly idea about reforming Social Security (hilarious how the markets collapsed right after his tour)
–complete collapse of the global economy
–car companies going bankrupt
–insurance companies going bankrupt
–banks going bankrupt
–airlines going bankrupt
–torture
–military procedures ruled unconstitutional by Supreme Court
–unfunded occupation in Afghanistan (because he was too busy looking for those fairy tale nukes in Iraq)
–lied to America about the purpose of TARP (his 700 billion dollar bailout program)

Need I say more?

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Help Proofreading my Story?

I wrote a fairy tale for a school assignment (a modernized version of Beauty and the Beast), and I was wondering if someone could help me proofread it for grammatical errors/spelling mistakes, is it in third-person omniscient, etc. Any help would be greatly appreciated.

Once upon a time, in a residential neighborhood in the greater Los Angeles area, lived a man who had been extremely fortunate with his business, and

he was very rich. Richard Hilton was a music producer, and he lived in a Beverley

Hills mansion with his daughter, Paris Hilton, and her two friends Megan Fox and

Britney Spears. The youngest of the three girls, Megan, was the prettiest and most

polite. Everyday she had to hear the constant bickering between Paris and Britney

about what shoes to wear, “I want to wear the five hundred dollar shoes today

because you got to wear them yesterday”, Paris shouted. Megan grew tired of

witnessing her friends fight over materialistic items, and sat on the window ledge in

her room. Megan observed a tree’s branch swaying back and forth in the wind,

almost like an airplane gliding with the wind, “I wish I could get away from this

place”, Megan whispered. Five minutes later, Richard walked into the room where

Paris and Britney were fighting and told them that he had to fly to Beijing to take

care of some business. “I was just informed that my company has filed for

bankruptcy due to the economy, and all of the artists signed to my label have been

dropped”, Richard said furiously. Richard then informed the three girls that they

would have to move elsewhere because he could not afford to have them all in the

house. The girls felt awful, and they did not want to leave but they understood the

situation. Before Richard left, he asked the three girls what they wanted him to bring

back. “I want a Chanel purse”, Paris shouted. “I want a pair of Prada sunglasses”,

Britney demanded. Richard was perplexed as to why Megan did not shout out an

answer. “Megan, is there anything I can bring you back from my trip”, said Richard

politely. Megan responded, “I would appreciate it if you could bring me back a rose,

the rose that is said to represent strength”. Richard reflected on how Megan was fine

with just a rose, and how the other two girls wanted expensive items.

With just his jacket to button up, Richard walked out of the house. Boom. The

door slammed shut with the wind whistling through the cracks in the door. The girls

did not celebrate that Richard had left, but instead went to their own rooms to read

a book and watch television. Once Richard arrived in Beijing, he was confronted by a

dark, mysterious man that told him, “The deal is off. You can go back home now”.

Richard just went through a thirteen-hour flight just to be told to go back home.

Richard reluctantly took a flight back to Los Angeles the next day and was picked up

by a taxi. The taxi was taking a long time to arrive at Richard’s house, and Richard

became worried that the taxi driver did not know where he was going. One hour

went by, and Richard finally looked out of his window, surprised to see a residential

area nearby. Richard then realized that he was in the bad area of Los Angeles, a

suburb called Compton. “I knew the taxi driver did not know where he was going.

I should have never taken a taxi cab”, Richard vigorously said. Richard was dropped

off in front of a large mansion in the middle of a large piece of land. It was foggy, and

the temperature was slightly above freezing. Richard cautiously walked up to the

house, noticing that the pathway had many cracks that resembled the wrinkles on

his mothers freckled face in her old age. Richard, not knowing the area he was in,

decided to walk in. He was alert when entering the house, making sure there were

no traps set up. As he walked towards the kitchen, he spotted a note on the kitchen

table. The note read, “Please help yourself to the roses in the garden”. Richard

remembered that Megan had wanted a rose as her gift, so he decided to go into the

garden. As Richard was searching for the perfect rose, thinking about how happy

Megan will be when she receives the rose, a loud crash was heard from inside of the

house. Richard promptly turned his body around and saw a 7’6” giant crashing

through the back window and yelling, “Get out of my garden now you fool, or I will

soon turn you into a my new swimming pool”. The giant caught the man and told

him that he had to stay locked up in his cellar forever. Richard pleaded with the

giant to let him go, “Please let me go. I was only getting a rose for my daughters’

friend Megan”. The giant let Richard go, but ordered him to send Megan back to live

with him.

Once Richard safely returned home, Megan could tell that something was

wrong. “Richard, wh
It didn’t take the entire thing, proofreading this section is fine

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