Hot Air

"Blah, blah, blah blah Ginger." This is from an old but memorable Gary Larson cartoon. In it, there's a pet owner with both a dog and a cat. The dog hangs on every word his owner says and follows orders, but all the cat hears is its name and disregards all else. This is how I feel whenever I hear George Bush speak. The "Ginger" is replaced by the obligatory words "democracy," "voice of the people," "terr'zm," and "weapons of mass destruction." (Fill in the blank yourself--he has boatloads of them.)

I am personally devastated that we Americans failed to re-defeat Bush in 2004. Yes, I believe Gore defeated him in 2000, but fuzzy math carefully arranged by fuzzy marionetteers made it look otherwise. We are now well and truly up the creek without a paddle.

This man is the singular most dangerous weapon of mass destruction on earth. He is nothing but a mouth operating without a license. (He doesn't meet even the minimum qualifications for a license.) Everytime he opens the pie hole, he further mangles my beautiful language. He supposedly graduated from Yale, a school where many eminently qualified students of lesser means would shine. Yet the ability to speak standard English failed to rub off during that highly coveted "education."

We will never recover.