Let's see, 17 troops killed in Iraq last week while these photo-ops carry on. The Rude Pundit says it best, though:
Look at Bush there... It's the look of a man who just got away with finger-fucking his prom date. It's the look of a jackass boy king, loving the way everyone wants to wipe his ass.
The Rude Pundit wants to see this man suffer and ache. He wants him to feel every day like the low man on the assembly line. He wants to see George Bush crumble under the weight of all the encroaching scandals, the ones that lap at his feet like Barney cleaning his toes.
Instead, we get this: the image of our leader, our goddamned President, as the Rude Pundit said before, sitting in a car that is not moving, that has not moved under its own power. And as we approach a moment of national stasis, with the House passing the Iraq timetable that'll be vetoed, with Bush not budging on the Rove testimony, and more, perhaps it is an apt metaphor for the weekend: Bush, grinning as it all stands still, the deer in the headlights look of the worker, the average American, next to him, wondering how the fuck to get out of this car, away from this man, with her limbs still attached.