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Well, I see our esteemed pResident is at it again, yukking it up on national TV and making a fool out of himself.
"Saddam threw the inspectors out."
News to us, Georgie boy. Didn't the U.S. strongly urge the inspectors to leave? Yeah, that's right. You threw them out. Does that mean you're Saddam? Or are you just trying to confuse us? Or have you simply succeeded in confusing yourself?
Guess Helen Thomas slapped him around a little. Witless little monkey he is, he didn't know better than try to engage someone who's been involved in the game since he was a little wanker peeing his PJs.
He should be strongly encouraged to rush around the country in the lead-up to the mid-terms, campaigning hard for various Republican candidates. He can play smoochy-face, strum the guitar, and eat cake with 'em.
That should do wonders for their popularity. The guy's a blood white albatross strapped around his party's neck by this point. He's whooping it up to try to bring the public around to his way of thinking, but every time he opens his mouth he ends up shoving Karl Rove's foot in it.
I think the people have had just about enough at this point. Every attempt he makes to foster support for him and his agenda pushes the Republican Party that much farther down into the muck. And you can bet the various candidates running this year know it.
Crazy King George, the 43rd pResident of the United States. A few bricks shy of a load. A couple sandwiches shy of a picnic. A few bats short of a belfry. Nor is he the sharpest tool in the shed.
Dumb as a whole pallet of stupid. Sharp as a marshmellow. Witty as a wiffle ball. Bright as a bag of kitty litter. Clever as cat vomit. Perceptive as a pancake.
Yup. That's our pResident. Hail to the Chief, or the great elephant scrotum pretending to be the Chief. Whatever shoe fits.
I hope he keeps yammering. It's SO good for us when he does.
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