The most recent GWB-related news is that Bush 41 is now “pained” at how reviled his son is.
We’re reminded that Daddy is 83 delicate years old; we’re supposed, I guess, to feel some kind of sympathy for the old man, and translate that into Good Feeling for his inbred retard of a moron son.
Well, let’s think about that for a minute.
Poor Daddy. Poor, poor Daddy. Gee, where was he when he should have been showing his son, at the age of ten or so, that tossing a ball around in the backyard meant give and take?
Where was he when he should have been reminding his son, at fourteen years old or so, that manhood did not necessarily mean finding the least popular kid and trying to beat him up?
Why, exactly, was Duh-bya so mysteriously absent from service in Viet Nam — and from the ANG duty he was supposed to have been pulling in its stead?
And how, please tell me how, is this touchy-feely bullshit supposed to erase the last seven years?
Feel sorry for Bush 41?
No.
I damn him.
And I damn his child, as well.
And I damn, especially, the “news” “media” which has shamelessly tried to spin a father’s masturbatory fear for his son’s failures into political capital.
Bush wept; Jesus wept much harder, and for a better reason too.
“Liberal media” my ass.
