A good political humorist can make even his ideological opponents laugh. So this item from The New Yorker is pretty good:
I was lying in bed after a rather depressing night, listening to the birds twitter in the trees, when Jeeves shimmered into the room.
“What ho, Jeeves.”
“Good morning, sir.”
“What’s all this I hear about your heading up some Iraq Study Group? Have you been talking to my father again?”
“Might I suggest the blue suit today? Something about this November suggests blue.”
Sometimes Jeeves can be evasive, which is when I apply the old iron hand that we W.s are known for.
“Now, see here, Jeeves, I can handle this Iraq business myself.”
“Yes, sir. But, if I may, there does seem to be something of a clamor for an exit strategy.”
“Dash it, Jeeves, the only exit strategy is victory.”