Back in a jiffy… and a half

I apologize for the lack of blogging but with the new “young’un” (as they like to call them in the red states) in the house, there has been a lot of rapid deployment “puppy-proofing” as well as pee/poo cleaning-up, and, of course the feedings (boy, are my nipples sore…) so there has been little time to write about destroying democracy and bringing America to its heels why Geoge Bush may be an inappropriate choice as a “leader”.

So…filling in for me is Mark Morford at his most Morfordesque:

We all do it. We all smack our palms to our foreheads and trip on our own ideological shoelaces, and we are exasperating and thoughtlessly cruel without knowing it, running roughshod over our noble or ignoble intentions on a daily basis because, well, we are just wired this way. Just ask Mel “Spurtin’ Blood” Gibson — I mean, how much more wrong can you get?

But then comes the hard part: We apologize. Profusely and maybe even a bit meekly, we ask for forgiveness or at least offer an olive branch and recognize our shared messy humanness as the thing that differentiates us from the saccharine sexless drone people of the world — like, you know, Laura Bush. Shudder.

But then there’s Dubya. He is, apparently, immune. He is perfect and flawless and without the slightest taint of guilt or error, and, despite looking like a bowl of Jell-O salad in a universe of divine tiramisu, he is, apparently, an angel of purity and light. It’s true.

For here is Dubya, mumbling his way through another shockingly insulting news conference just recently, screwing up both his face and his intelligence data (again) and still a-huntin’ for nonexistent WMDs in Iraqi turkey farms (?) as reporter after reporter asks him, point blank, why he won’t simply come clean.

They ask him, repeatedly, why he cannot find a single mistake in any policy his slithery admin has unleashed upon the nation, much less confess to any rampant missteps and botched decisions and oily ulterior motives and blatant screw-ups regarding 9/11 and Saddam and WMDs and his fetish for warmongering and for rewriting intelligence data to suit his corporate needs, all while taking more vacations than any president in history.

His answer? Nope. Nossiree, no mistakes were made. In fact, we as a nation are more on track than ever and hey lookit my shiny new boots okey doke thanks fer comin’ gotta run. Plants wilted, children cried, even semicomatose cats couldn’t help but wince at Bush’s weird deflections and alcoholism-grade denials. What a surreal and sad country we swim in.



Read the whole thing….

I’ll be back Thursday afternoon/evening.

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