Title: “The Dubya Web”
Scene:
A dimly lit East Van café where Joe, Nelly, and a surprisingly relaxed George W. Bush sit with their laptops open, sipping espressos.
GEORGE BUSH:
Now, I just want y’all to remember something important: I, not Al Gore, invented the Internets.
NELLY:
(laughs) The Internets? You mean the Internet, right?
GEORGE BUSH:
No, ma’am. I said Internets. Plural. The proof’s in the Dubya’s — W. W. W. You can’t spell the World Wide Web without me!
JOE:
(chuckling) You got a point there, Dubya.
NELLY:
So all this time, it was you behind the web? Not some mysterious coder in California?
GEORGE BUSH:
That’s right, Miss Furtado. When I hit “connect,” the whole world started talkin’.
JOE:
Yeah, well, I got my own version of WWW.
NELLY:
Oh no, here we go. What’s your version, Joe?
JOE:
Wait. Work. And… uh… wonder.
NELLY:
(smiling) Wonder, huh?
JOE:
Yeah. Ever since you sang “Wait for You,” I’ve been doing just that — waiting, working, and wondering… with my Portuguese neighbors down in East Van.
GEORGE BUSH:
Well, son, sounds like you’re runnin’ your own kind of foreign policy.
NELLY:
(laughing) Careful, Joe — don’t get sanctioned.
GEORGE BUSH:
He’s fine, Miss Furtado. He’s just followin’ the Bush Doctrine of perseverance: keep waitin’, keep workin’, and maybe one day the mission’ll be accomplished.
Narrator:
And with that, the three log off — Dubya smiling proudly at his reflection in the laptop screen, the original creator of the “Dubya Dubya Dubya.”
