Frank Rich had an editorial (unfortunately by subscription only) in the New York Times yesterday titled Iraq Is the Ultimate Aphrodisiac, which focuses mainly on the Iraq debacle, but whose first paragraph really says it all for me. Mr. Rich does such a good job exposing this president for what he really is that I swear I can see right into Bush’s soul … and well … see nothing but the guy’s Fruit of the Loom boxers:
PRESIDENT BUSH has skipped the funerals of the troops he sent to
. He took his sweet time to get to Katrina-devastated Iraq . But last week he raced to Virginia Tech with an alacrity not seen since he hustled from Crawford to New Orleans to sign a bill interfering in Terri Schiavo’s end-of-life medical care. Mr. Bush assumes the role of mourner in chief on a selective basis, and, as usual with the decider, the decisive factor is politics. Let Walter Reed erupt in scandal, and he’ll take six weeks to show his face — and on a Friday at that, to hide the story in the Saturday papers. The heinous slaughter in Washington , by contrast, was a rare opportunity for him to ostentatiously feel the pain of families whose suffering cannot be blamed on the administration. Blacksburg, Va.