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It’s the holiday season and I was watching a thing on the “Make A Wish Foundation” the other night, and I got to thinking, if I were a 7-year-old with cancer, what would my wish be? Besides a cure for cancer. What I came up with is that I’d like to meet Karl Rove. I think this would be a tremendously satisfying encounter. Here’s how I envision it: Me: Hello, Mr. Rove. Karl: Hello there little boy, what’s your name? Me: Mr. Rove, shut your goddamned pie-hole. Karl: Wha? Me: The pie-hole. Shut it. Karl: Pie-hole? Me: Yeah, your mouth. The hole where you shove pie. Karl: But it was you who wanted to meet me! Me: Right. So I could tell you to shut your goddamned pie-hole. Karl: Why, you little twerp! Me: Yeah, pick on the cancer kid Karl, way to be a big man. Karl: But I… Me: Karl? Karl: Listen, it’s just… Me: Karl? Karl: (sighs) Yes? Me: What did we agree about your pie-hole? Karl: (leaves)