I don’t know, geez, I felt a little sorry for George Bush. For about a nano-second.
Dodging shoes? Not so much fun as you close down your faux-presidency.
But I guess it’s a helluva lot more fun than dodging bullets without a Kevlar vest and getting up close and personal with a roadside bomb while riding in under-armored, frickin’ soft-topped Humvee. Which is the position he put American soldiers in when he launched a preemptive war with an unprepared military.
I thought I was over my anger with G.W. After all, he’s so passé.
But, unfortunately, his déclassé lives on.
Read Bush League to get my thoughts from 2006 on the Bush legacy of déclassé.