Bush's Dream Economic Stimulus

The incumbent president woke with a start from a deep sleep. "What's is it, dear?" his wife said sleepily. "Nothin', honey. Go back to sleep." After 5 minutes she was fast alseep and he eased himself gently and silently out of bed, threw his bathrode over his shoulders, and quietly slid into the hallway, padding down to the Oval Office. He dialed a number. A sleepy and befuddled voice answered. "He...he...llooo?" "Ben. Is that you, Ben?" the president asked as if he expected some other male to be in Ben Bernanke's home at 3:00 A.M. "Yes... Mr. President, it is I." The President wished he would say things like "It is me." but let that go until another time. "Ben," he continued, "Ben, tell me somethin'. Now, the government can print all the money it wants, right?" Silence. Then came an answer "Well...yeeeahh...sure it can..." "Okey-dokey. Then, Ben, tell me this..." There was a pause. The president spoke with quiet intensity. "Can the government print all the OIL it wants, too?" inspiration from Wilson Burman in The American Conservative