Showing posts with label bush. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bush. Show all posts

Sunday, September 23, 2007

We Are So Screwed

I try to forget what a bunch of stinking dumbasses that whole Bush administration is. Put on my laconic grin, pretend everything is OK, blame our problems on Clinton. Make people think it's still safe to vote Republican, because not everything is Dubya's fault.

But I don't think I can maintain that charade anymore.

Goddamned holy fucking shit from the fucking mother of Jesus fucking H. Christ.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Gotta Hand It to Dubya

He really does take the title of Leader of the Free World seriously. Now he's rewriting history: saying the lesson of Vietnam is that we can't just pull out when we recognize the war is a failure.

Them's some big, big balls. My hats off to the man.

Thursday, August 9, 2007

Something to Get This Party Rallied

Oh, yes -- Bush is finally starting to throw a bone to us, to help us with our effort to keep the White House and take back Congress for the Republican Party.

His demand for more tax breaks for big corporations is exactly what we need to give our party a nice shot in the arm. It takes a lot of money for big business to research how to effectively move its operations overseas, and if we give them all a nice tax break it will help juice that part of the economy.

Once the people see that we're not the party of giving free health insurance to poor kids who aren't working for that handout -- that we are, instead, the party that stimulates the economy for folks at the top by giving corporations a tax break -- well, that's exactly what we need to get the public voting Republican again.

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Let's Hope This Story Continues to Get No Play

The news that Laura Bush is doing everything she can to avoid being in the same place as Dubya fortunately isn't getting out to any major press outlets. I don't think it would help matters to have the chattering classes publicly speculating about her avoiding him because he's drinking or crazy, or crazy while drinking.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

What's the Problem, Folks?

I frankly just don't see why it's such a big to-do about the White House briefing ambassadors about Dems being targeted for defeat and media outlets in key battleground states. The American people give the White House to the president as a place to work and a place to live. That's a clear signal that we fully expect the administration to use government offices and government time to do government work and their off-duty political activities at the same time.

The press just doesn't understand political theory.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Dubya Has Such Great Instincts

He really does. His veto of a stem cell research funding bill is just the thing to get our faith-based voters excited about us again.

Perfect timing, too -- there's nothing else going on that's really worth his time, so the veto will get all the press time it needs to give me a nice bump in support, as the pro-life crazies come out of their holes and realize it's safe to trust a politician again.

Saturday, June 9, 2007

They're Clamoring for Me

I've barely stuck my toe in the pond and everyone is already begging for me to swim laps around the other jokers. The polls show me already ahead of Miss Romney and dead even with McNuts. Plus I'm already eating into McNuts' base. Which means it's just a matter of time before I eat Limpiani for breakfast.

So clearly the question isn't if I should run over to the Ames straw poll and come in at the last minute to tromp Miss Romney. I already have tromped her. And she looks even worse as she plans to stay put in Ames, even though McNuts and Limpiani have pulled out.

See? George Will can ask all he wants if I am "a mind undisciplined by steady engagement with complexities" -- if he didn't learn from Reagan and Dubya that the people just don't care about that, then it's clearly lost on him why I'm already at the front of the pack without even officially declaring. This guy really gets it: "Lights, Camera, Ass-Kicking Time." That's what the people want, George. Now pull that baseball bat out of your ass and come aboard the Ready Freddy Express.