Donald Rumsfeld briefed the president this morning. He told Bush that Brazilian soliders were killed in Iraq. To everyone’s amazement, all the color drained from Bush’s face, he then collaspsed onto his desk, head in hands, visibly shaken, almost in tears.

Finally, he composed himself and asked Rumsfeld:

“Just exactly how many is a brazillian?”

My wife sent me this joke, which she received from a family friend. Casually reading through it, I did a classic comedy spit-take.

Coffee … all over … the desk.

This might be the best Dubya joke ever written. Why? Because, it rings true. The best jokes often do. How sad is that?