Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Ruin
I smell blood in the water.
I actually consider myself to be living in pretty special times. I’m living in the tenure of the worst president in history. I can tell my grandkids about this someday.
Yesterday The New York Times ran a story about the disaster Iraqi reconstruction has become. The Chicago Tribune ran two.
The Bush Administration is stonewalling investigations in the Katrina disaster and spinning like a dog on crack chasing its own tail regarding the wiretapping scandal.
And this just in: George H.W. Bush has spent a full year below the 50% approval mark, even with a good economy.
Although I hated this president from the moment I found out that he lied about Iraq, it never ceases to amaze me how everything he touches comes to ruin. I always knew he was a dry-drunk son of privilege with poor reasoning skills and bottomless greed, but I usually figured his administration could clean up the messes he made.
I was wrong.
Drinky is like Jimmy Carter without the goodwill, or Nixon without the intelligence, or Reagan without the charisma. He is an ongoing disaster of a president with an administration that shares his faults, sent back to the White House by a ravening horde of hate-filled gun fetishists, inbred secessionists, and fuck-everybody-but-me fiscal conservatives. The truly sad thing to me is not what a bad presidency this is, but who in God’s name ever voted for this stuttering dimwit in the first place.
Drinky’s legacy is going to hang like an albatross around the neck of modern conservativism for years, and the smarter ones in Washington are beginning to figure this out. To the rest, I can only say this: enjoy the ride down, you gluttonous jackasses. I hope your tax cut was worth it.
# posted by BitterHarvest @ 3:56 PM 
