May I share with you Dear Leader's profound moment of Zen for today?
All night, and all weekend, I have watched on the news terrified, bloodied civilians running this way and that, carrying screaming children, fleeing for their lives. Many of them didn't make it.
But does the affable President Shit-for-Brains let those images of carnage get him down? Does he spend the day feeling guilty about his impotent diplomacy? No way, you gloomy Gus! On Saturday, he just grabbed his little mountain bike and went for a "spin" at his Crawford Ranch!
Saturday, August 5, 2006:
"What I would give to be 16 again!" Bush yelled out at one point as he mashed the pedals of his Trek bicycle through a wooded area.
In fact, Bush does not ride quietly, constantly shouting out in his Texas twang the names of trees and geographic features and yelling at himself to pedal faster.
"Air assault!" he yelled as he started one of two major climbs...
Whoo hoo! Air assault! Freakin' hilarious!
(And may I point out, Mr. President, that you don't want to be 16 again because when you were 16 you were only a few short years away from having to dodge the draft and let some other poor sap go to war in your place! I don't think that has a positive effect on your karma, sir.)
And now quiet, quiet please.
Here is the Zen part. Shit-for-Brains can have fun on Saturday because he spent time on Friday...thinking.
Bush said he spent the previous evening thinking about the Middle East while sitting on the porch of his ranchhouse waiting on first lady Laura Bush to arrive.
"I was thinking about the right strategy for the United States in the Middle East. I spent a long time thinking about it, went in and wrote some notes, I then shared my thoughts this morning with some of my inner circle," Bush said.
Kudos to you, Mr. President. Just because civilians and soldiers are suffering and dying every minute - you go on ahead and get a good night's sleep. Be thoughtful. Be comtemplative. Take a few notes. Spend the next morning sharing in a leisurely fashion. We can't have you pulling an all-nighter, for God's sake! Working double-shifts! You are above that, sir.
There is a time for bike ridin' and there is a time for presidentin' - President Shit-for-Brains does it all, with a bomb - ahem, I mean with "aplomb".
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