Why I Despise George W. Bush

So here we are, in the final days of this disastrous coup d'etat, watching this sad little emperor with no close, fall back on the same cards he has played so consistently and so shamelessly all these years--the terror card, the fear card, those folds of an invisible toga that have never remotely concealed his lack of manhood. He was never the person who protected us after 9/11--he was the person whose incompetence allowed it to happen in the first place. He was the problem. He was the terrorist's tool.

And yet, in this final farewell...with words so impossible that they fit only in the world of satire...only now has he finally answered the question about him which I have struggled with every single day of his administration: could he possibly be stupid enough to believe the words coming out of his mouth? Or was he lying?

Now I know. Yes, he is that stupid. Your dog is smarter. And by that, I mean no disrespect to your dog. W is the mutt who has gnawed on the body politic for eight years. He drew blood. A lot of blood. And still, he could never figure out why we finally stopped feeding him our doggy treats.

Good riddance, you cur.

Spare the Rod...

Does this individual sound familiar?:

• A child, told he is 'special' from birth, always held to lesser standards, protected from responsibility by nervous parents, becoming hypersensitive and whiny at every turn;
• In the 'tween' years, moving to a permanent petulance, a consistent sense of exception, confident only in his sense of entitlement;
• Finally, as a young man, he is permanently ruined. Driving the newest and most expensive convertible his Father can find, breaking every traffic rule, showing early but clear signs of paranoia whenever he is questioned, incapable of seeing that the perpetual faults he finds in others could ever be mirrored in himself. Whatever he does is perfectly defensible; that same act done to him is unforgivable.

There is a good chance you've run across someone like this is you life, maybe even in your own family.

But this individual also exists within the family of nations.

His name is Israel.

Equipped by his sugar-daddy America with everything from the highest level intelligence to nuclear weapons, he sees danger only in the popguns of neighbors. Ignorant of the unlockable tendrils of original blame, he is confident that his aggression must be justified--certainly, somewhere in the mists of history, the other guy hit first. Every one of his people is good. Every one of those across the border, even those children cowering in United Nations schools, is free game. For they are bad.

Every U.S. President in modern times has walked into the Oval Office promising to bring peace to the middle east. Perhaps some even believed it. And this will be particularly difficult for Barack Obama, whose name alone continues to arouse suspicion among the most rabid and tone deaf supporters of Israel.

This is the unneeded crisis thrust into the middle of a global economic meltdown. It is one that must be dealt with quickly and forcefully. But it will require that this spoiled Israel, this emotional cauldron of paranoia and self-righteousness, is finally taken to task.

Is Obama the one to administer tough love?

Petty

Eight years ago this month America was saved--a straight-talkin', have-a-beer-with drooling moron was going to save the White House from that dastardly, eight-years-of-peace-and-prosperity sucker who succumbed to a desperate overweight girl who flashed her thong. Thank God!
But as the little piss ant was worming his way into the dark pages of our history, his 'people' finalized their campaign to discredit the predecessor by spreading stories about how his 'people' defiled the majesty of their White House by various means of sedition, including removing the 'W's from all the typewriters (or keyboards, or whatever they would have used had they been able to communicate in full sentences).
We later found out it was all--100%--wrong. They lied--GASP!!!
Well, in a perfect culmination of two terms of both disaster and pettiness, that same piss ant denied his successor access to the secured premises of the Blair House, across the street from his eventual home, the White House. Bush said it was already booked--sorry!
Except that it wasn't. He lied again!--GASP!!!
Yes, that cipher in Australia, John Howard, was supposed to visit for a couple days. But let's get real...the Blair House has 119 rooms, 35 of them bathrooms. Even trying, it would be hard to interrupt one of Howard's calls of nature with one of those little kids accidentally barging in.
Petty in...petty out.
How can that bastard not be in jail?
We may not be the greatest nation on Earth anymore. But we are unquestionably without peer in terms of delusion.
If you remain happy with Bush...you remain hopelessly out of touch with reality.