We break another promise
We said we wouldn't. Does it do us any good at all, we asked ourselves, to reflect again upon the thing that is George W. Bush? Is it not sufficient that we shriek and hit the remote when his image ghosts up on our TV screen? That merely trying to rationally discuss him/his administration/his policies/his pure unmitigated evil and lack of cortical development renders us sputtering, fist pounding, inarticulate weeping nutballs.
But, really!
Certainly gross enough eating a buttered bun with lip-smacking open-mouthed slouching off-handedness while talking about a global crisis. Offensive enough in addressing his principal ally and leader of a major world power as "Yo, Blair!" Ignorant enough to suggest that the UN just needs to drop a dime, phone Hezbollah and tell 'em to "knock off this shit". But dense enough to amble over and give the Chancellor of Germany (his other significant ally) an univited (and unanticipated by security) noogie...?!
Well, you know she was just asking for it!
In another era - or perhaps alternative universe - we could have saved ourselves some serious trouble. "Yo, Churchill, you sumbitch. You need to give Nazi-Boy a wedgie..."
We're just waiting for Bush to sneak up behind Steve and rub his teddy-bear tummy.
War, we tell you! War!
The TRULY Ugly American




