Kossacks,
This week we've seen woman-with-qualities Helen Thomas ask man-without-qualities George W. Bush a question -- we've seen him petulantly stammer hackitudes as he uses up enough time to allow him to move on to the next question (the usual "baffle 'em gambit). We've seen the collision of character with no-character, the wrestling match of knife and fog, of facts and propaganda. What if we each got to ask Mr. Bush a question -- what if Mr. Bush held a press conference with ALL of America and had to answer YOUR questions. What would you ask?
Me? Probably not what I've put below the fold, but it's a start.
National press conference. We are all under one roof. I hold up a feathered wing in the back. The President finally recognizes me.
"You, in the back, Little-bird."
"Mr. President,
Every morning, after I've waken up and had a mug of coffee, I go into a small room in my house and I make something. After I make it, I stand up and look at what I've made. I make it under water, because it smells, and I don't like to smell that smell. I look down at that morning's effort glistening against the white background, and I think, "You know, it's not much, but it's smarter than the President of the United States". The difference between my small effort in the morning and you, Mr. President, is that I can reach out, press a small lever, and with a watery sound my excrement is gone, carried away to join the other thousands of pieces of sewage we produce every day. You, Mr. President, seem to own the bowl, and no lever seems to be able to lift the flapper and start the cleansing. Through some merging of forces I don't entirely understand, powerful people have broken the chain that links the people to the president. These powerful people are happy to see America presided over by a man with the judgment, maturity, and intelligence of an eight-year old, a man who is a world-wide embarrassment.
My question for you, Mr. President, is this:
- Are you really so stupid as to think that calling a civil war "sectarian violence" means that the civil war ceases to exist?
- Are you possibly such a nit-wit that you think that, having called the insurgents "desperate" for each of the last thirty-six months, calling them "desperate" for the thirty-seventh month in a row is actually doing something?
- Are you really so stupid that you thought you could fight a war against a method by dropping bombs, invading countries, and faking press stories?
- Are you actually so ignorant that you thought you couldn't lose any war, let alone a distant war for territorial control over a vast land -- a war begun on false pretense with no planning and continued on blind faith?
- Are you actually so immature that you think that the only way to lead is to bark louder?
- Are you really so inexperienced in the ways of the world that you think that bankrupting our nation is a good way to reform it?
- Are you so irresponsible that you actually believe you can do no wrong?
- Are you in fact delusional enough to believe in your little boy's magical-thinking heart that you and you alone walk on water, hear voices from God, and act in a plane above the common herd?
I know my turds are that stupid -- that immature -- that incapable of good judgement. That's why I flush the bowl.
But are you, Mr. Bush?
Have at it. What would YOU ask President Talk-shit-n-giggle?