George W. Bush was once of the worst presidents in history. This fact isn’t debatable – I’m not attacking your southern roots or the man’s family – but the evidence is around us, in a country that’s now on the verge of collapse.
And now, in his memoir, he’s written that he misses the position of President. He misses being pampered and doted on by everyone. He misses, SPECIFICALLY, that there are other people around who will pick up his dog’s poop for him. You can’t make this stuff up. That’s what he thinks of when he looks back on the Presidency. That’s how dumb the man is – he wants underlings in tiny earpieces to scurry around and pick up his dog’s crap. I just. I can’t even. That’s what the presidency is, you know. Access to the better things in life. The secret rooms and clubs that nobody knows about or wants to get into. That’s basically all it – HURR DURR. HURR DURR HURR DURR HURR DURR.
I just don’t know what to say. Don’t you want to buy G.W.’s book, ‘Decision Points’ – or as it should be called HURR DURR HURRRRRR – now? Just to see what sort of psychotic tidbits it included?
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