with all this talk about weinergate, let's all be grateful and proud of george w. bush.

i think we can all sleep a little better and a little prouder as americans knowing that the man who:

completely screwed up our economy;
ballooned the national debt;
mired us into multiple, endless wars;
unilaterally abrogated the treaties that gave us international moral leadership;
wasted the first surplus in eons; stood by while new orleans drowned; treated the loyal opposition as toxic traitors;
greatly increased the level of counter-productive partisanship;
greatly increased the influence of money in washington;
allowed our infrastructure to crumble;
defunded or destroyed every well-intentioned, society-enrishing government program he could find;
not only approved torture but actually, can you believe it, defended it;
reduced our national political debate to a contest of schoolyard taunts; and
frequently had a former prostitute as a white house guest, occassionally posing as a sycophant reporter

was probably:

too stupid to learn how to use a compute;
too inept to take his own picture; and
too drunk to give form to package.



and with that, i leave you with this sweet little exchange from "my cousin vinny", which seems disturbingly apropos.


http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0104952/quotes

Vinny Gambini: What about these pants I got on? You think they're okay?

Mona Lisa Vito: Imagine you're a deer. You're prancing along. You get thirsty. You spot a little brook. You put your little deer lips down to the cool, clear water - BAM. A fuckin' bullet rips off part of your head. Your brains are lying on the ground in little bloody pieces. Now I ask ya, would you give a fuck what kind of pants the son-of-a-bitch who shot you was wearing?