I'm not a fan of Bush, but....

I don't expect my leaders & people of responsibility (presidents,
congressmen, CEOs, my doctor, etc.) to
take all the problems of the world on their sholders. I would *want* my
doctor to relax and recoop, even if I was in critical condition somewhere.
Sure, I would want them to give me the best care and be working hard to stay
up to date on both my condition and his skills. But I'd also want him (or
her) to be rested and peaceful - not some sleep deprived ball of stress.
How long could *any* person last as president if they took evey wrong in
America and the world directly on their sholders? A Year? A Day? A
Minute? People need to be able to relax.

AND, even when a president takes vacation, I'm sure they are getting
updates, getting breifings, making decisions. It's not like when I go on
vacation for a week and maybe don't think of any work at all.

Agreed, paying golf after something serious happens may not be in the best
of taste. But that is the individual's decisions. If he let every serious
problem interrupt every enjoyable thing he did, he'd never relax.

Look, there are PLENTY or real issues to be critical of Bush about. (Unjust
war, huge errors and miscalculations about how we would be received by the
Iraqi people, huge erros in how much Iraq war would cost, serious
environmental concerns where the EPA gives away the store to business, tax
cuts that I think are wrong, and the big one HUGE DEFICITS and DEBT in our
budget.) Focusing on the petty issues, I believe, make you look petty and
your arguments and mind look week.




"MadDogDave" wrote in message
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The Blackout and The Bombing and Death Could Not Interrupt the
Well-Deserved Vacation of Our Fearless Leader."


"Roll out those crazy crazy crazy days of summer," Martin Luther King
Cole once sang and who does not have that old song ringing through his
head day and night this August, even when he is trying to sleep and the
cats are yowling and the savage watchdog Cujo is yapping and kids are
throwing rocks at the trailer that is hot as hell even at night??

It makes you glad to know that Our Great President George W. Bush is off
on his 35-day vacation, that not even the blackout or the bombing and
killing was worth interrupting. Instead he looks relaxed and played golf
even when he knew the UN building was blown up, which was not his fault
in any way even though he was warned ahead of time.

Nor was the blackout the fault of Our Great President. Yes, he said the
blackout was a wake-up call, but that does mean he was asleep. Instead
it means that Dick Cheney was right to hold those secret meetings behind
closed doors with people who cannot be identified, and not because they
had anything to hide. Do not LIEberals and moderates see that we must
drill for oil in the Artic Natural Wildlife Reserve so that caribou can
never again cause a blackout?

George W. said, "Of course, we will have time to look at it and
determine whether or not our grid needs to be modernized. I happen to
think it does, and have said so all along." And I am sure he is not
lying even though no one can remember him saying that before.

And yes, it began with FirstEnergy in Ohio, which gave millions to Our
Great President, and yes, FirstEnergy also lied about how much money it
had made and ignored a hole in its nuclear reactor. But gee wiz! Nobody
is perfect. Are you so sure you do not have a hole in your nuclear
reactor? Next you will tell us that the president and CEO of First
Energy who made $7 million last year did not need a big tax cut for his
family to buy back to school supplies and the like.

And while no one knows the exact cause of the blackout (which was
certainly not mismanagement and deregulation) we do know that it was not
terrorists, even if they say it was. Our Homely Secretary of Security
Tom Ridge (who is not an incompetent buffoon) has been busy all these
months drawing up the important color alert chart and warning us all to
buy duck tape. He cannot be expected to take care of every measly little
thing like electricity. There is no reason to panic and ask what he has
done with the money he spent.

Meanwile, what a triumph in Iraq (if you do not count all the soldiers
getting killed and wounded). We have captured Chemical Alley, who we
only had killed in April. But that does not mean Our Secretary of
Defensive Donald Rumfilled was lying when he said back then that
Chemical Alley was dead. I am sure it was British intelligence or
something.

Which speaking of which, it is absolutely true that that British
scientist said that if Iraq was invaded he would be found dead in the
woods and then he was found dead in the woods, but I am sure that is
just a coincidence or something. Still, it is not like they have
mentioned Our Great President even once yet at the trial, so do not
think about it.

I could go on and on about all the other Republican triumphs like the
successful roadmap for peace in Israel, or all the forest fires out
west, or the great job Our Great Attorney General John Ashcroft is doing
keeping the Bill of Rights uncollected.

But I wish I could report that the crazy crazy crazy days of summer were
as triumphy for me as they are for George W. Some of us have to work
with fishguts in the heat while some go on vacation for 35 days, and
there is no use crying about it. One of the windows in my trailer is
rusted shut, and the other has no screen and so the cats will get in.
The tin is generally too hot to touch after sitting in the sun all day
anyway, so I sit on the cinder block out front when I get home. Some
times Mrs. Brown Rosenfeld turns the garden hose on me which I ought to
complain about but it feels good.

Sadly, the other day I was recreating the Mission Accomplished aircraft
carrier landing with My Great Little George W. Bush Action Figure and
thinking about how we did not have to worry about Iraq or terrorism
anymore since then, when Mrs. Brown Rosenfeld came out. "Are you not
ashamed of yourself, a grown man playing with dollies?" she said.

"It is not a dolly but an action figure," I explained.

"Yeah. The George W. Bush action figure-put a nickel up its ass and
watch it dance," she said.

Well, I was going to explain to her that she was a Saddam appeaser who
ought to be beaten up for saying that in public if her son who drives a
truck was not right there but her vicious watchdog Cujo seized Our Great
Toy President in his savage jaws and ran off. I could not find it until
the next day, and then his little head was even more chewed up than last
time and there was some kind of horrible stain that smelled funny on his
flightsuit.

Which does not help me sleep, as if I could with kids throwing rocks and
all this noise. But I have faith in Our Great President and I know that
he will prevail (and you will not be able to prove Jeb was involved
again). Amen.