Charles Pierce nails it —The Great Mulligan — and while at first I was going to bronze The Pet Goat event (when Dubya was actually holding a book), Katrina Guitar Hero seemed a little more fitting. If nothing else, he’d been presidentin’ for a full term, and that kind of shallow callousness is something you’d expect all but the dimmest of bulbs to at least kind of, sort of, grow out of. But not George W. Bush, who didn’t just have The Great Mulligan, but was given all sorts of second chances, right up to today when clods like Jennifer Rubin insist that it wasn’t so bad.
September 11th, Operation Gulf Coast Stumblebum, the Iraq debacle, the Great Recession…and elevating one Dick. Cheney. To the highest office he could conceivable slither into…Those are somehow good old days?
Sure, the present occupant of the Oval Office isn’t perfect, as liberals will regularly note. But when the alternative is a political faction that literally can’t see what was wrong with the previous guy…well, to quote another Bush, I’m not questioning [their] patriotism, I’m questioning [their] judgment. Because you’ve got to be seriously whacked…