When it comes to political discussions, I never give President George W. Bush a break, and I never will. I hate him, and always have.
The first time I remember seeing Dubya was in the nineties when he was running for governor of Texas. He had an annoying priviledged smirk on his fucking face and he spoke like the village half-wit getting boned up the ass with a mop handle. Of course, he won; but I just shrugged it off as a bunch of crazy Texans acting all Texasy and voting for an Ivy League fop who had the nerve to wear a cowboy hat.
In 2000, George Bush couldn't answer one question in the first presidential debate, NOT ONE QUESTION, but he was declared the winner because Al Gore rolled his eyes and sighed. OF COURSE HE DID. He was reacting the way an intelligent person reacts to blatant stupidity. I would have ran across the stage and slapped Bush down like I was the prison enforcer and he was the sniveling bitch who shorted me a carton of smokes. I might have even urinated on him to drive my point across.
Remember after 9/11, when President Bush enjoyed a ninety-one percent approval rating? I was proudly one of the dissenting nine percent. I hated his guts as much on 9/12 as I did on 9/10, maybe more so because so many people were kissing his ass. When the first tower went down, my primary thought, seriously, was with the victims and their families. My second thought was "Fuck that fucking cocksucker George Bush."
Is any of this fair, or even rational? I don't care. I know two or three of my readers support President Bush, and you can defend him if you like; it isn't going to change my mind. George W. himself could drag me from a burning building tomorrow and I'd say to him, "Thanks for saving my life, you simple-minded failure of historical proportions."
In closing, you can count on any political content on this blog to be partisan and ham-fisted. At least I don't claim to be "fair and balanced" like Fox News. I wish the bird flu on the lot of those fuckers.