A little learning is a dangerous thing; drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: there shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, and drinking largely sobers us again. — Alexander Pope
George W. Bush was an ignorant, grinning dupe of a President and led an administration of crooks, hustlers, and bullyboys that would have made Nixon grin and blush. He stole the presidency and lined his litter tray with the Constitution.
He continually snatched away the liberty and freedom which he swore to uphold and defend, playing on the fear of a rattled people.
He should be held without hope of a trial on suspicion of war crimes. I am glad he is now shuffling into the broom cupboard of history only to be let out once in a while, stumbling blinkingly about, grinning like a retarded monkey rodeo clown, arms too long for his torso, while incredulous Americans gasp with horror and wonder what the hell they were thinking.
The great American eight-year snooze of ignorance is coming to an end. The people are kicking the TV stuck on FOX news to the floor, brushing the Cheezit dust from their vests and clearing up the empty beer bottles from around their feet.
Now that Dubya’s gone, satirists across the world will look back on these heady times as their salad days. The days when they could run wild, free, and naked as long as they were making money. The Bush people hated satire; they didn’t understand it, but they understood if you were making money, someone was listening to you. Cartoonists have put away their Monkey and Lapdog sketch books and are learning to draw humans again. They sense a new reality dawning and it’s not run by a loon this time.
Whenever I saw him, I felt smart as well as sad all the at the same time. If I was an American I would have felt inconspicuous as well. It was proof of Hunter S. Thompson’s axiom — you had to stoop pretty low to be able to become President. Bush, Cheney, Rove, Rumsfeld mocked the American public with Satanic contracts sticking out of their back pockets, their souls long ago forgotten, their tyrannical reign practically unchecked by sanity or morals. Whatever was right was right, and that includes anything the president is told to think. And there’s no misunderestimating him and his holy knights.
There is no way you will be able burn these demons when they die because they have been conditioning themselves to be able to survive in hell since the '70s. Rove will oversee Satan’s first coming, of this there is no doubt.
The 43rd POTUS was born on July 6, 1946. During high school he was an unremarkable student but battled through the odds to become a lead cheerleader — perhaps this is where his burgeoning leadership qualities began. He predictably attended Yale, same as his Bonesman Father, George H. W. Bush, the 41st President. His father got him into the Texas National Air Guard where his attendance was irregular. He was a big drinker which resulted in a DUI conviction where he predictably served no time behind bars. He saw the light and gave up the booze after his marriage to Laura Welch, and his unsuccessful campaign for the House of Representatives in 1978. After this stint, there was a gubernatorial race where Karl Rove’s horned presence was first felt. Bush’s opponent, Ann Richards, was somehow smeared as a lesbian pushing gay rights, resulting in a win for Bush. He was a very popular governor and got his shot at the big prize in 2000 with the Republican nomination for President, running against Al Gore. He chose Dick Cheney as his running mate, plucking him from the obscure CEO position at Halliburton.
And this where the story really begins.