I have never been afraid of Bush the way I was the other night. Is there a single sliver of doubt left that the man couldn’t craft a coherent thought if you spotted him the subject, the verb, and the unlimited use of Peggy Noonan? He marches blithely on, armed with his own invincible ignorance. I no longer care whether or not he’s dumber than a bag of hammers, or whether he’s uneducated or uncurious, or whether he’s simple and plain or arrogant and foolish. What is plain is that he’s not up to this job.
April 19, 2004 5:09 AM
