Chapter 3 of my 17-episode Hurricane Katrina Saga!
Bored with his Santeria chicken-choking and canine sex rituals with his butt-buddy Michael Brown of FEMA, circumstances force George to fake being presidential just long enough to survey the hurricane devastation over cocktails from the windows of Air Force One. But a plot twist monkeywrenches his silver-spoon existence into the shitcan--the president's plane has been hijacked by radicals who nosedive it into the ravaged bayous, slamming George's ass right smack in the swamps where his horrific personal opera of violence and retribution is about to begin.
Just think of it as LORD OF THE FLIES...but with more flies.