Punk-ass revisited

It's as if the past 5 years never happened -- Bush, shoulders slumping forward, halting, no longer the confident leader -- the pose that took him SO LONG to get right instead of the smug smirking punk-ass little rich kid, Cheney's prancey bitch, the nothing nobody "fence-post turtle" that he was when his daddy's pal, Jim Baker, went to Florida (taking John Bolton and the rest of the mob with him to steal the 2000 election for the kid.

It's as if he knew THEN he was a poseur, an imposter, undeserving and full of crap.

Everyone talks about his posture and demeanor, without getting to the real "tell:"

He's got his eyebrows back into the "don't hit me -- it's not my fault" position.

Greyed out, brow furrowed, but once again, the Hell of being George W Bush is to be 6 years old again with the Grendel's-Mother Terror called Mommy towering over him and yelling.

And if we could NOW take back our country from him and his hench-vermin, it would be satisfying to see him dumped unceremoniously into the hell of his own making. But, he's back to stasis, paralysis (remember the 7 minutes? No not the sleaz-o pop novel and Russ Meyer Movie -- the "My Little Goat" reading on 9-11?) which means the dark ones' hands up his ass, George W Lambchop being sock puppet to an evil version of Shari Lewis.

Pathetic AND scary.


*Fence-post Turtle: "When you're driving down a country road and you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, you know he didn't get there by himself, he doesn't belong there, he can't get anything done while he's up there, and you just want to help the poor dumb bastard get down."


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