Bush cried this morning while presenting a posthumous Medal of Honor to the family of a Marine killed in Iraq.I'm a little sad, too, because from what I know of the president, I just can't bring myself to believe that he isn't crying mostly for himself, for his low ratings, and for his future as the Worst President Ever, Amen, and not even one little drink to help ease the sting of it all.
You should cry, motherfucker. And then you should watch The Ground Truth, an incredibly insightful documentary about Iraqi war vets and how they feel about their oath to support and protect the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic. You should watch it, because our soldiers don't know what the fuck is going on over there. They don't know what they're doing there, and neither do I, and I suspect that deep down you know in your heart that the whole thing is just a lie.
(via War Room)
20 comments:
'and not a single drink to ease the sting of it all'
Priceless!
oh, sorry, I misquoted you. damn Yours was better.
In other democracies, there be a vote of No Confidence, and the whole administration would be forced to resign.
How do we get that?
Yes, let's send him a truckload of his favorite booze if he'll resign.
Wars usually prove deadly for presidents -- lives shortened considerably, from Polk onwards. Should have thought of that before he began this one.
Who says he hasn't been drinkin'?
Anon: Universal truth: when you're a fuck-up, you need drinks.
Randy: How do we not squander it is the question.
EDF: You have a really long name. But I think they probably figured that 41 was so popular after the 1st Gulf War, that they just didn't make it last long enough.
Larry: Oh, if only. If only.
amen
What you know of the President??? What a pitty, a liberal chick at the end of her biological clock. Just a few years from bitter female ready to blame the President or her country for bad decisions made in her life.
Well, Mr. Bush's answer seems to be more of what hasn't worked already.
That picture sickened me.
I always check the casualty notice in the New York Times. One day last week the ages of the Iraq dead were 19, 20 and 47. Old men and boys, just like the Germans at the end of World War II.
PS
"Anonymous"-- what a "pity" you can't spell. Or think very clearly, for that matter.
Kiki: Thanks, brother. You never know when you're gonna need an amen.
JohnnyY: I know, I know what you mean. I look at Faces of the Fallen somtimes, and it's all these really young kids, and then these middle-aged reservists:http://projects.
washingtonpost.com/fallen/
Anon: Oh, Anonymous, if only you weren't such a fucking coward. If you weren't, I might be able to peruse what you have to say for yourself, and make the same kind of half-baked, juvenile, says-more-about-me-than-it-do-you remarks on your blog, which I imagine is devoted mostly to what a fat ugly dyke Hillary Clinton is, and how O'Reilly was really insiteful (sic) AGAIN on his show last night!
I'm really intrigued by the way in which you attempt to wound me. You've chosen a variant of the old "dried up hag" chestnut, which is hardly surprising, given the lack of imagination you must surely possess, if the language and thematic tone of your comment is any indication of your general mental prowess.
I feel a little reluctant to confide in someone so hostile toward me and my opinions, especially given the fact that I have never gone over to your blog, which I imagine is called something like "Red State Rambo," or perhaps the more esoteric "Fag Hatin' & Ass Kickin'," but I feel I really should tell you that while I am no spring chicken, I do have a really impressive rack, and that every time I fuck my boyfriend, I fuck him like it is my last fuck on earth, ever, and I would hazard to say that he is one of the most contented boyfriends on the face of this earth.
Also, while you are correct that I am childless, you really could not be more off the mark by intimating that I harbor even the tiniest bit of doubt about the wisdom of THAT decision. I am just not made for parenthood, and while I would love to answer your prayers and take just one of your six or seven rugrats off your hands, having a child, especially a mentally challenged one, would really put a crimp in my lifestyle, being as full of drugs, rock-n-roll, and the aforementioned really loud sex as it is.
And so while I have, yes, made some really bad decisions in my life (tiered miniskirts, that 80’s asymmetrical haircut, and my first ex-husband spring to mind), I cannot take credit for any of the following:
1.Ignoring the intelligence that predicted an Al-Qaeda attack was imminent.
2.Letting the murderer of 3000 Americans remain at large for over 6 years.
3.Lying to the people I am sworn to protect about a threat to their safety.
4.Forcing 3000 more Americans and many more innocent civilians die for that lie.
5.Playing golf on vacation while people in New Orleans drowned due to the neglect of several agencies under my charge.
6.Putting industry cronies in key environmental and financial positions, and allowing them to remake our laws for their own benefit.
7.Believing that I am an instrument of god.
I could go on, but you get the point, or rather, you don’t, but you’re familiar with my arguments. So while you are correct that I am bitter, it is not for any reason that you can fathom, apparently, and I am sorry for that, because you probably vote from time to time. But thanks for dropping by, and I mean that, because formerly when I would hear about a poll that says that 30% of Americans still haven’t wised up about our loser-in-chief, I would say to myself “Who the fuck ARE those idiots?” And now I know who they are.
Game, set, and match to Vikki.
Polite tennis clapping inserted at this point to show our appreciation for the attempt at ridicule by anon, but lets face it - you were going down in straight sets when you wondered into her blog.
Wow, I've never felt like I've seen such an obvious photo opportunity before, and I definitely mean that in capital letters, what a Photo Op for the floundering president.
"Look how much George cares."
Five bucks says he had to yank a few nose hairs to get those tears going.
SkyDad: Argh! Thank you! WTF? Can't they just be content to spew their idiocy on their freeper sites and leave me alone? "Biological clock." As if. What the fuck year is it with that insult, anyway? Next thing you know he's going to be calling me a "hussy."
Grant: You are becoming such an effective commenter that it's scary.
Mob: Hey, welcome. I like your blog. What gets me the most about that picture, I mean besides how ANGRY it makes me, is that the fucker can't even manage to LOOK SAD WHEN HE'S CRYING. He looks all confused and a little pissy, which is another big clue that he crying because he feels sorry for himself.
Well, you ARE kind of a hussy. :-)
But back to your post. . .I wish I could believe that deep down he (our current fuckstick of a president) knows the whole thing is just a lie, but I actually think he buys his own bullshit. The man believes he talks to god. And it doesn't matter how much he and his neo-con pals fuck up THIS world because the rapture is coming any day now and they're all headed for a better one.
I want that vote of no confidence thing. . .
I love politics. I love outrage. I love your blog.
Vikki-
Beating up on morons is like shooting fish in a barrel. Plus- I'm sure you sent him running to a dictionary to look up some words.
Megan: Hussy is a NICE word for what I am. On your other point, I have trouble believing that Dick Cheney and the other neocons believe in the Rapture, and although I do go back and forth a bit on this, deep down, I don't think W really believes that he was chosen by god. I think he is too craven and greedy to really, truly, buy into that.
Dave: Me too. I love your blog too. In fact, I think "blog" would be an excellent middle name for a girl...
Randy: It may be like shooting fish in a barrel, but the fish started it.
I thought the Year of the Pig wasn't until mid-February?!
W is so pathetic. I can hear the strategy session in my mind. His advisors saying, "and when you come out of the room, make sure you have a tear rolling down your cheek. Think about how your mommie minimized you when you growing up".
His final message is that we can't afford to lose. Lose what, mother fucker? How can we lose a civil war? What is winning? Getting rid of Sadr?
Setting aside the Dennie Crane's of our nation, what Americans want to hear is "It was a mistake to invade Iraq. I didn't understand, still don't, the radical islamic mind where revenge and justice for past slights dominate their unthinking actions. I don't know how to deal with people that kill innocents and the reward themselves for it. I fear I have caused these people to find an additional mantra with our presence in Iraq and the longer we stay, the worse it will get. I was in shock and confused on 9/11 and was overwhelmed as to what to do. I relied on advice from people that made me feel strong and powerful and I must admit that getting to wear the flight suit and having the "mission accomplished" sign behind me was organismic.
I really don't know what to do, but I hate having my daddy's friends try to rescue me again from my failed endeavors. It makes me feel small and powerless. I hate that.
I am now calling on hope that my latest plan will somewhat get me out of the mess. I liked the sound of Jesse's "keep hope alive" so I am using it now. Clever huh?"
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