It’s been over two years since George W. Bush got a heapin’ helpin’ of wingnut lovin’:
It must be very strange to be President Bush. A man of extraordinary vision and brilliance approaching to genius, he can’t get anyone to notice. He is like a great painter or musician who is ahead of his time, and who unveils one masterpiece after another to a reception that, when not bored, is hostile.
So Kathleen Parker limbers up her tongue and hops in bed with George and John:
I asked the president if he found comfort in the possibility that, assuming democracy ultimately flourishes in the Middle East, history will vindicate him.
No, he said. Bush finds comfort in knowing that he didn’t betray principle for popularity, that “I didn’t sacrifice my soul for politics.”
I think that the three of them really need to get a room.