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.