All I want to do in this diary is let President Bush know what I think of him.
I'm too tired to write a lengthy tirade and besides there are people here who are doing that far better than me (some magnificent front-page and diary posts lately---the traditional media columnists have got to be envious).
No. All I want to do to cap off this ungodly week---where his greatest failures seemed to take turns in the spotlight as if he were putting on some kind of twisted pageant---is let President Bush know what I think of him.
Ass.
Iraq. Katrina. Illegal wiretapping of innocent Americans. $9,000,000,000,000 debt. Medicare mess. Security of our ports. Security at airports. All the Childs Left Behind. His fundamentalist minions running amok. Appointment of a pollution-loving Interior secretary. Endorsement of torture and extraordinary rendition. Plus god knows what else he's doing behind our backs.
Ass.
No more. No less. Just Ass.
The American Heritage Dictionary defines Ass as "A vain, self-important, silly, or aggressively stupid person." That fits. Particularly the aggressively stupid part---he really goes for the brass ring in that department.
This won't win back the House or Senate in November. It won't force any investigations. It won't reduce the deficit. It is what it is. And what it is is mildly therapeutic.
So I invite you---should you feel so inclined---to join me. No tirades...no explanations or lengthy speeches. Just...Ass.
I'll start.
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