Praise Jesus, the end of an era
Fidel Castro slumps away, Bush races to history’s dungheap, and 13 million TVs prepare to die. Are you ready?
Friday, February 22, 2008
Not good enough? Fine. Then how about this: It’s fast approaching the end of the Bush era, 12 combined years of miserable, silver-spoon governorship by one of the lumpiest, dorkiest, least appealing clans of desperately shrill powermongers in the world, Barb and Jeb and George and George Jr., Laura and Barb Jr. and Jenna and beer bongs and fake IDs and old coke habits and running AWOL from the Air National Guard and it’s all felt like a particularly insufferable episode of “The Beverly Hillbillies,” wherein the Clampetts go to Washington and screw three generations out of any sense of hope or environmental protections while getting the world to despise us for everything we used to stand for. Wacky!
