A quickie from Chimpy’s photo-op today in Long Beach, Mississippi (who knew Mississippi had a Long Beach?).
Sounds Uncomfortable
And today, we are able to sit in a homeowner — the word is “home.”
Dude, It’s Not Your Home
Again, one of the things I like to say is, when somebody walks in, welcome to my home. And it has a special ring to it here in the Gulf Coast, because there was a time when their home was totally destroyed.
“…because there was a time when their home was totally destroyed.”
Really! Who knew?
You know they really need to find a Bush interpreter. Someone who can stand beside him with a mic in hand and translate when he steps on his tongue. That would be a tough job. The applicant should not be bald, quick on their feet, would require a quick mind and glibness to be able to figure out what the fuck W is trying to say and decode it to affable everyday man talk.
And, thanks to your inaction and criminal negligence, thousands of people’s homes are still totally destroyed, you sociopath.
I’m surprised anyone there could stand to listen to him.