A dude shows up in a town in the old west, ties up his horse and settles in at the saloon for a beer. Soon he senses a lot of anxious activity. People are running here and there, closing shutters, pulling down shades, locking doors.
The dude asks the bartender, “What’s going on?”
The bartender replies — fear clearly etched in his voice — “Big Ed is coming!”
Not knowing what this means, the dude continues to sip his beer. Soon he sees emerging from a cloud of dust down the street a huge man riding on the back of a longhorn bull, whipping it with a live rattlesnake (think Mongo from Blazing Saddles, only bigger and uglier; or maybe Tex Cobb in Raising Arizona).
The huge man rides the bull to the front of the saloon, climbs off and knocks it cold with a punch. He bites the head off the rattlesnake and throws it aside. He walks into the saloon, shoves the bartender to the floor and drinks a huge beer in one swallow.
The dude, scared out of his wits, doesn’t know what to do. Running seems foolish. Hiding is impossible. Finally, in an act of desperation, he says to the most terrifying man he has ever seen, “C-c-can I b-b-buy you a beer?”
The man-monster looks at him, then says, “No time for that now. Big Ed is coming!”
And so the second Bush Administration begins.