Sigh

When the President talks to God Does he ever think that maybe he's not? That that voice is just inside his head When he kneels down in the presidential bed? Does he ever smell his own bullshit When the President talks to God? -- Bright Eyes Some days I just don't have it in me to deal with the man we keep letting be our President. Today is one of them. I just don't know how to respond to him. Seriously, who is this guy? Is he a comedian so far ahead of his time that only he and three other people on the planet get the joke? Is he a liar so skilled that cheating spouses and white collar criminals centuries from now will study video tapes of his performances like NBA coaches study game film? Is he so good that he believes it too? Today the President accused militants of attempting to establish a "radical Islamic empire." Is he serious? He's the President of the United States, a country that does whatever it wants to whomever it wants whenever the fuck it wants. He's the President of a country that steals oil from other countries, that overthrows democratically elected leaders in other countries, that very well may have a military base on every country in the planet, and it's the "radical Islamic empire" we should worry about? See what I mean? Should I be laughing or crying? It wouldn't be so bad, either, if he didn't do this practically every day. From lying about social security to defending torture to nominating people for important governmental positions who have no experience whatsoever, he manages to keep 40 percent of the people in this country convinced that he's doing a bangup job. I wish I had superpowers like that. And speaking of the Miers’ appointment, hell has apparently frozen over. Ann "let's kill the liberals" Coulter's latest column absolutely thrashes both Miers and the President. Wow. When you have both Ann Coulter and Rush Limbaugh turning against you, you might want to consider resigning. No wonder he's grinding his teeth during speeches. So, yeah, I never ever thought I would quote Coulter here, at least not sober, but here goes: I eagerly await the announcement of President Bush's real nominee to the Supreme Court. If the president meant Harriet Miers seriously, I have to assume Bush wants to go back to Crawford and let Dick Cheney run the country. Unfortunately for Bush, he could nominate his Scottish terrier Barney, and some conservatives would rush to defend him, claiming to be in possession of secret information convincing them that the pooch is a true conservative and listing Barney's many virtues — loyalty, courage, never jumps on the furniture ... First, Bush has no right to say "Trust me." He was elected to represent the American people, not to be dictator for eight years. Among the coalitions that elected Bush are people who have been laboring in the trenches for a quarter-century to change the legal order in America. While Bush was still boozing it up in the early '80s, Ed Meese, Antonin Scalia, Robert Bork and all the founders of the Federalist Society began creating a farm team of massive legal talent on the right.... Being a Supreme Court justice ought to be a mind-numbingly tedious job suitable only for super-nerds trained in legal reasoning like John Roberts. Being on the Supreme Court isn't like winning a "Best Employee of the Month" award. It's a real job.... Bush may as well appoint his chauffeur head of NASA as put Miers on the Supreme Court.... However nice, helpful, prompt and tidy she is, Harriet Miers isn't qualified to play a Supreme Court justice on "The West Wing," let alone to be a real one.