How dare Dubya smile while in Iraq

Why is this man smiling? Where does he think he is?

At a frat party? Hosting cocktails on the White House lawn, introducing one good ol' boy to another? Clearing brush?

Bush the Dauphin, so undeserving of his seat of power in every conceivable way, who has single-handedly flipped the world on its arse with his shallow, blinkered notions, dares to be seen cheerily greeting Petraeus & Co where he has sent over 4,000 young and patriotic U.S. and British troops to their tragic deaths.

George W. Bush is truly the poster boy for the ignominy of the human race.

As a military mother whose U.S. Marine son is scheduled for his second deployment to Iraq next spring, I daily lurch between cynicism and despair.

The Dems are spineless, the Republicans are mindless, and Bush, bereft of his closest advisors save Uncle Dick, still continues to wield unfathomable control over a war sown with lies and propagated with propaganda.

I've written countless LTE's, dozens of diaries, started my own blog, and I'm losing my mind over not seeing these efforts, along with those of millions of others, make any difference.

The advance press for Petraeus's report next week is as predictable as the dawn -- more bullshit to fuel the fires of lies.

I don't want to give up -- I can't give up -- my son's life is on the line, along with those of 150,000+ other troops -- but for god's sake, this goddamn President Pretender is in Iraq, and he's SMILING.

All I want to do is cry. But I don't think I'm crying alone.