Things Bush is probably thinking:
“Fuck.”
“Fuuuuuck.”
“Maybe it’s some other tall Ayrab on dialysis.”
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.”
“I’m totally claiming partial credit for this in my memoirs.”
“I wonder if I should send the condolences bouquet to his parents’ palace or to that secret bunker address that Dick has.”
“Laura, I’m putting it in your butt tonight! You promised that if we actually killed Osama, I could!”
Things Palin is probably thinking:
“Someone killed the President?”