The column isn’t worth quoting or anything. The author references the New York Times on more than one occasion, as if that will add a bit of factual credibility to the opinions, and the remainder is the usual sniveling liberal “I got beat so I’m going to take my ball and go home after I call your momma fat” tripe.
One valid question the column did bring to mind is one Democrats seem unwilling to ask themselves: “If Bush is incompetent, what does that make us?”
Take into account, however, that the Democrats are the party who missed out on the White House the last two times around, are run by complete out-of-touch wackos who have led them into the minority in both House and Senate, and whose constituency in South Florida once stared at ballot instruction in confused amazement, their heads tipped to the side like Labrador retrievers listening to a Stephen Hawking lecture.
Here’s George W. Bush, whose intelligence is, with the exception of a brief respite at the end of 2001, the continuous punch line in the jokes of late-night comedians. To the left, Bush is an illegitimate, dumb president who probably bought his way through Yale and puts Americans in harm’s way to enhance oil-stock portfolios.
This is a man who is picked on persistently by liberal columnists, not only in the above referenced column, but by the tragically misguided New York Times columnist, Maureen Dowd. Dowd, former companion to Michael Douglas until he realized she was over 30 and not named Catherine Zeta Jones, has quilled in gastro-expulsions of wasted ink that Bush is a “Boy Emperor,” and much more.
Bush can stay so jovial because he’s probably certain that history will record him as a successful president, and Dowd will be, at best, remembered for having feet so big that future generations will debate if she was, indeed, a dude.
Then there’s Molly Ivins, who’s another notorious Bush basher who thinks the president is a moron. Accusing somebody else of being stupid is a tough thing to pull off when you yourself possess a tubby Scarlett O’Hara-esque southern drawl and look like a special needs troll doll.
On the liberal political and activist front, the list of those others who must be suffering paroxysms of confusion abound: Schumer, Kennedy, Carville, Leahy, Gore, Begala, Clinton (both of them Ã¢â‚¬â€œ making mutual confusion the first thing they’ve done together since loading the White House china and tea service onto a U-Haul a few years ago), Streisand, Daschle, Sheen, Kerry, Gephardt, and all the rest of the political clowns who are jammed into the same leftist car.
Election season is fantastic entertainment. Every two years, we witness to the biggest parade of over-exposed boobs that Ã¢â‚¬â€œ unless you’re attending biannual parties at the Playboy mansion Ã¢â‚¬â€œ is unique to the election process. Many elections are exquisite in their predictability, but those during Bush’s tenure have thrown Democrats for a loop and, in more lucid circles, have them asking themselves, “How did a total buffoon get the best of us?”
The big mistake of the Democrats was, and is, in thinking that Bush was behind them intellectually. Oh, he was behind them all right Ã¢â‚¬â€œ but not for any intellectual reason. He was back there grabbing the waistband of their skivvies, preparing to give them the wedgie of a lifetime.
Now, Democrats, with chaffed bums and angry snarls, hurl insults as best as anybody can while gagging on the stretched out waistband of their own shorts that is pulled up and over their heads.