Monday, August 15, 2005
When It Comes To Consoling... I'm About As Expert As A Palsy Patient Performing Brain Surgery With A Pipe Wrench
Y'know, I think I've gotten past that.
There's no question anymore: I truly, personally hate George W. Bush. The loathing is necessary. It's as natural as breathing.
Why not, when, in the middle of a fawning, worshipful puff piece in the Dayton Daily News, Chimpy says something like this:
Bush finds time to exercise about six times a week. It's built into the schedule for a president who believes he is at his best when he takes time to work out.
Saturday's ride came as anti-war protesters, rallying behind Cindy Sheehan, a California mom whose son Casey died in Iraq, gathered on a road near the Bush ranch. Bush has steadfastly refused Sheehan's request to meet with her.
"Whether it be here or in Washington or anywhere else, there's somebody who has got something to say to the president, that's part of the job," Bush said of bike-riding while a grieving mom was pleading to talk with him. "And I think it's important for me to be thoughtful and sensitive to those who have got something to say. But I think it's also important for me to go on with my life, to keep a balanced life."
Isn't that special? He thinks it's important to go on with his life. Pity Casey Sheehan can't. And Cindy's sure having trouble with the concept right now.
A uniter, not a divider. A "compassionate conservative", whatever the hell that is. A moral man who invokes Jesus as his favorite philosopher. What a load. What a crock. George W. Bush is a man who sends other people's kids to their deaths, and then he moves on with his life.
What's not to loathe?
And more UNfit in all the ways that matter.