Okay, I never liked George Bush to begin with, but I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. He all but admitted he was mentally handicapped and surrounded himself with smart, experienced folks to compensate. Between September 11 and last Sunday, I was also impressed with his patience, his apparent level-headedness, his efforts to investigate, survey, plan.
Then bombs started dropping. I guess I knew they would–if for no other reason than that he had to save face in a dramatic, televisible way. It’s not ideal, but if he’d waited any longer, Afghanis would have begun returning to the cities, and it would have been an even greater PR nightmare. So again, I gave him the benefit of the doubt.
But then I read articles like this, and I start thinking to myself, “Damn, that man must have a really small penis.”
Unfocused campaign. Too many fronts. Winter approaching. I smell Waterloo.
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