The trust is gone. That's the bottom line for Bush.
The country believed him once. They looked around after 9/11 and said "golly gee, we sure haven't been hit by any of those terrorists since 9/11! Bush must be protecting us! "
Then came Katrina.
Thank you, God. A little late, but better late than never. And God works in mysterious ways, don't you, God? After all, had Kerry won the election and Bush simply retired to some cushy board-of-director and sport-team-ownership positions, well, most people would probably just let bygones be bygones and not really want to pay attention to his catalogue of crimes.
But Katrina proved to us that Bush is a liar.
Bush can't protect the country. He can't even keep bodies from littering the streets to be eaten by dogs.
He can't even keep his own bathtub from flooding the whole apartment.
He is an idiot.
He who does he blame? The fools who spilled the beans on him.
Bush is like the lying cheating husband whose wife has finally busted him.
And he just doesn't understand where the trust has gone.
On Iraq:
"Baby! What's the matter? You never used to give me that look! C'mon, you know I love you. You know I don't want anybody but you, right, baby?"
On blaming the media:
"Who told you THAT? Those LIARS! What do they know about me and her! We're just friends, I swear! I told you before we were just friends, and you believed me then, how come you don't believe me now!?
On "staying the course":
"Well heck yeah I'm gonna stay friends with her. Of course I am! Because we're just friends! Goddamnit I told you that to begin with! I can't believe you'd believe those other people when you KNOW I always think of you and care about you more than anything! Hell, if I quit hanging out with her now, it'd be like admitting I did something wrong, and I didn't!"
So Bush's numbers are tanking and dropping even lower.
Why? Because once people know they've been lied to, Georgie, that's it! You're done! Stick a fork in you!
Unfortunately for us, Bushie-boy, the divorce lawyer's on vacation until January of two-thousand and fucking NINE! I know, I can't believe it either. That's a long goddamn time, but consider this the beginning of a three-and-a-half-year separation, and let me tell you, I'm moving out, I'm changing my number, I'm changing my address, and I don't want to hear one more goddamn WORD out of your worthless lying piehole!
You fucker.
