I really wasn't going to watch The Worst President EVER'S © 13-minute tour de farce (or, more charitably, his "farewell speech") last night. Really. WHY would I want to subject myself to one last trip down the rabbit hole with this sorry excuse for a President (and a human being)?
When I got home and turned on Countdown with Keith Olbermann, I didn't realize that this exercise in mental masturbation would be the lead story. So there I was looking into the eyes of a delusional man clearly full of himself, a man who'd managed to convince himself that he's done a heckuva job. My God; the man really IS a human handjob, isn't he?? (it defies understanding that there are actually people willing to welcome him home to Texas, as if he's some sort of hero.)
The good news, of course, is that in four more days we'll be done with him. If there was any justice in this world, we could count on seeing him in an orange prison jumpsuit as he awaits being tried and convicted as a war criminal. I'd like to say that there's a cigarette and a blindfold in The Decider's © future, but most likely we'll see him continue to live as only slightly less of a public pariah than Richard Nixon. It's not what I want, or what I think is deserved, but knowing that this Miserable Failure © is unlikely to ever be regarded with anything close to the reverence of JFK, Bill Clinton, or even (shudder) Ronald Reagan will have to suffice.
Not to be uncharitable, but when George W. Bush drifts off to sleep at night, I hope that he's be tormented by those 4200+ young Americans whose deaths he bears responsibility for. May he live in interesting times....
