Dear President Bush,
On behalf of myself, my husband, my daughter, my sister-in-law, my brother-in-law and my nephew, I would like to offer sincere thanks to you and your darling administration for making our trip to dyed-in-the-red-white-and-blue DisneyWorld better than it might have been without your laborious country-leading efforts.
Due to the incredible shrinking dollar, that nasty business in Iraq and a host of other situations you've gotten us into, our vacation landed smack dab in the middle of the George W. Bush Recession--soon to be worldwide if it isn't already. Hence, although we used the money that you so kindly printed for us in order to go on vacation, other good Americans have more pressing needs for their freshly inked cash--such as a $100 tank of gas (sort of important when you're living out of your car after your George W. Bush-encouraged piece-of-shit high-risk home loan went into foreclosure), a $3 loaf of bread, a $2 roll of toilet paper, etc.
Whatever the reason, many of the good Americans that might have been standing in line to ride Disney's Aerosmith Rock-n-Rollercoaster, enjoy the Jungle Safari or tour the famous Haunted Mansion just plain weren't there and the resulting wait times for rides in The Happiest Place on Earth were rarely longer than 30 minutes. So thanks for that, Bushie. It made our trip super swell!
Other than this unexpected windfall, I pretty much think you're a cocksucker of the highest order.