I am reading the bush dyslexicon; basically rails against Bush, with no compunction at all about repeating the more scurrilous tidbits. W is dum, there is no doubt about that. He is also smart in some ways... like a slick salesman, but mostly he is a cheerleader and a liar and a petty bigot who feels blessed by god to lead the entire known universe and no matter how we turn off the tv when his evil face pops onto the screen, protest, or even vote, this boof is now representing the fucking free world.
The prof. who wrote the book I am reading tries to distance himself from the humorists who play bush like a fool, a benign, hapless innocent, like Homer. He is certainly the Homer of presidents. This book basically says that he doesn¢t compare to the other presidents in terms of skill, memory, compassion, and all around intelligence. He is the rich boy psychopath; only his god can judge him, not petty human beings. This is the same thinking that made his father practically lead Iran contra (by his own admission, he was the most informed about the mission, though he later changed to ¡disremembering¢ the events, when time came to pay the piper... you know rich people, they seldom have to pay the piper; most of the time in life, piper¢s can be paid off with money, especially if you are a rich celebrity murderer or child fucker, of course (massah jackoffyoursons childish ways come to mind, and the for all intents and purposes almost (and only almost) noble slaughter by Robert Blake of his ¡Polaroid shots in the mail to lonely bachelors¢ kind of slut wife, who was obviously going to be a terrible influence on the kids life. I guess she was known for going up to celebrities and asking them for a signature, and when they said yes, she would say, "Can you sign that with sperm in my cunt??" Or so I am convinced not so much by evidence, so much as whimsy).
Back to the book, the bush dyslexicon. I can¢t really recommend this book as a fun read. It is not fun, not the hundredth time the president sounds like an evil maniac because of some slip of his always stumbling tongue . . . Like the writer warns ya early on, this book is a political statement in a political world, a comment on the of truth in a media where a few catch phrases can statistically raise one¢s chances of election much more so than laying out an actual policy.
Language is how we tell others what we are, how we see the world, what we feel is right and wrong. A president should be more precise and better read, though not for the childish reasons the w thinks, which is "to quote back at them bastards," but for something that he precisely does not have because of his aversion to thinking and reading at the same time -- a soul softened by the empathy that leads men to true greatness..
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