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.
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