Bush Teleconference With Soldiers Staged -
Bush Teleconference With Soldiers Staged and so is almost everything else this President does in public. I can see him cursing people out in private in that testy little voice of his when a journalist should (God forbid!) get a bit aggressive. He is not stupid. He is a power hungry greedy megalomaniac fake.
The untruth being spread as thick as peanut butter is quite unbelievable: and maybe finally, the all spin all the time Presidency is running into a few spinouts.
All I have to say is, the guy driving the Camry with the Support Our Troops ribbon on his bumper who runs his engine while parked in our lot had better watch out. Leo, at 42 inches, had to swim through Mr. Supportive's exhaust to get to our car. What is up with that, sitting in your car in the am, windows rolled up, feeling nasty and Republican and basically polluting the world for no visible reason? It's not Minneapolis, where at 40 below, you might want to warm up the old car. It's Irvine. It's 65 degrees Fahrenheit at 9 am!
I wanted to knock on his window and say "You know running your engine while parked will land you in the slammer in many civilized countries!", but I was afraid of what I was going to say next. And I didn't want to freak out Leo who is already challenged enough by his new school and kindergarten and the whole thing-- he doesn't need to see his mother go ballistic on some red white and blue patriotic polluter on top of it all.
The untruth being spread as thick as peanut butter is quite unbelievable: and maybe finally, the all spin all the time Presidency is running into a few spinouts.
All I have to say is, the guy driving the Camry with the Support Our Troops ribbon on his bumper who runs his engine while parked in our lot had better watch out. Leo, at 42 inches, had to swim through Mr. Supportive's exhaust to get to our car. What is up with that, sitting in your car in the am, windows rolled up, feeling nasty and Republican and basically polluting the world for no visible reason? It's not Minneapolis, where at 40 below, you might want to warm up the old car. It's Irvine. It's 65 degrees Fahrenheit at 9 am!
I wanted to knock on his window and say "You know running your engine while parked will land you in the slammer in many civilized countries!", but I was afraid of what I was going to say next. And I didn't want to freak out Leo who is already challenged enough by his new school and kindergarten and the whole thing-- he doesn't need to see his mother go ballistic on some red white and blue patriotic polluter on top of it all.
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