Over dinner tonight with a good friend of mine, I was discussing the projcted field for the presidential election next year. While he is way more conservative than I am, he is a good person and I respect his opinion.
He was talking about the Republicans, and I was giggling about their choices in the primaries. I told him that I could not see any circumstance in which the GOP did not get an ass-kicking in November 2008.
On the drive home, I was thinking about our nitwit-in-chief, and trying to come up with one redeeming virtue that this person had. After all, he is a smug, cowardly, arrogant, ignorant, vapid, insipid, foolish, morally repugnant, ethically rotten, condescending, power-hungry lunatic, whose presidency has been marked by catastrophic terrorist attacks, torture of American citizens, devastatingly incompetent management, and a code of governmental conduct that seems to be drawn from Caligula or Nero.
One cannot count GWBs love of baseball, because he ruined opening day 2004 for me by appearing at Busch Stadium in St. Louis. I am ashamed that my beloved home town team was sullied by being in the same presence as this moral vacuum masquerading as president.
But at least he doesn't have any sons.
One can argue that this was GHWB's great mistake. If he had done what his son and his religious cronies have so often urged us to do (chastity), then we would not be in the great national nightmare that has engulfed us now. If he had not given in to his animal lust, and thrust himself (repeatedly) into Barb's loins, Neil, Jeb, and George Bush would not be defiling the Earth with their presence.
So we must thank George (or more likely Laura; I'm willing to bet that she has had a headache ever since the girls were born) for the fact that there is no George Junior, who, thirty years from now, would be raising the conservative banner high and demanding that we don't need any of these pesky so-called laws, and how we don't need the ice-caps anyhow, since all they do is allow all them dad-gummed liberals to live in places like San Francisco, Boston, and New York, and how he wants to complete the job that his Daddy started, and really find Bin Laden.