You know, I was feeling down in the dumps. I had been home for over a month, with no job, surround by my parents, I hadn't dropped that 10 pounds I had told myself I would since I got home, and I hadn't seen the rules of democracy, law, and order violated in recent memory. I thought all was lost. And then, my buddy George came through like he always does.
I turn on CNN and--bestill my beating heart--Bush had commuted Libby's sentence!! Oh George, George, George, you know just when to cheer me up. I was beginning to think your record of ignoring the legal system and the very constitution was up. I'm sorry for doubting you, Dub-ya. Of course you'd never give up on your adoring base who love what you do.
And you know I'm glad to see that Dub-ya's still got it. With approval ratings their lowest in his presidency and likely to remain so through his incumbancy, I was fearing he would adopt a lame-duck do-nothing attitude. Not ol' George. Not the fighting Bush's. That bubble he's living in is just as strong as it was when he was re-elected (allegedly) in 2004. It's good to see life's not getting him down.
I think we should all toast to GWB, and congratulate him on keeping that stiff upper lip in the face of his obsticles, such as the law. When you're down in the dumps sometime, maybe you can't find a job, or your lover leaves you, or all your neighbors move away from you, just think "What would GWB do? He wouldn't give up." That's right, and so I hope in the upcoming weeks and months we'll see more in the way of his refusing to hand over documents that Congress has subpoened, or refusing to testify before the judiciary committee, or giving big corporations as much illegal labor as they could possibly want. That's the American way. That's the Bush way.
And I'll be damned if it doesn't turn my frown upside down everytime. Thanks George, for throwing a little sunshine my way.
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George W. Bush is may new favorite person on the planet ever in history, becuase he's like a dog that thinks he can just walk through a glass door that's shut, hits his head, puzzles over why and how he got hit, then does it all over again, ad nauseum. God doesn't bless George Bush; George Bush blesses God. When I grow up, I want to be just as completely insane as him, only moreso. And Come back east, Drew. Come back east.
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