Lucky Us

I watched El Presidente Bush on TV last night, enjoying about as much of him as I can stand (about 30 seconds usually), and listened as he spewed out yet another Bushkin jaw-dropper.

Looking past the camera--jaw jutted out--into the supposed audience, he said:

"The war started on my watch. It's going to end on yours."

Wow. That should be carved onto his tombstone.

What he should have said--if he had the remotest urge to speak the total truth-- is that he started this war, but he's leaving it up to us to stop it.


This little TexMex cowboy, complete with tinplate badge from a Cheerios box, started this war with Iraq for his very own hidden reasons, reasons not remotely connected to his touted "warn tear".

Sort of like an arsonist who starts a huge inferno, he's going to leave it all up to the firemen to handle, while standing nearby, enjoying the spectacle, eventually riding off into the sunset, satisfied that God had personally stepped into his life--giving him guidance and wisdom--so he could make a difference.

No doubt he goes to sleep at night imagining the history books of tomorrow describing him as modern civilizations all-new Alexander the Great, or Western civilizations latest version of Winston Churchhill, maybe even having a new chapter added to the Christian Bible dedicated to his thoughts and sayings.

The man is a loon. It will take America years to dig out of the mess he has lead us into. By his own hand, he has created millions of new and dedicated enemies who will fight and die to bring about the destruction of America, enemies that our children and their children will have to face and fight.

At the very least, he should be promptly removed from office before he causes even more harm.