A Golden Parachute For George Walker Bush
First of all, there’s precedent. He’s been consistently bailed-out of his other failures throughout a lifetime of coming-up-short. It’s time to take the man aside yet again, pay off his debts, settle the pending suits, assuage the stockholders, buck-up his fragile self-image and put him out to pasture on the ranch he loves so well. Send him home to hug his pillow, pet his cat and perhaps, if he finds the time, learn to ride a horse. It is Texas after all, and a transplanted Easterner ought at least be able to keep a leg on each side of a horse. All are activities suggestive of immediately reducing the Homeland Security Advisory Alert from frantic to relatively tranquil.
We missed all the clues. It's our collective fault and can't be blamed on Karl Rove. Our glasses got all fogged up by a grin and transplanted swagger. The country was waltzed past his curriculum vitae by the Marine Band and we never took notes. Dad’s lack of enthusiasm was fobbed off as the usual psychological hocus-poc…