I Miss George Bush
Those are four words I never thought I would utter, or write, or think. And I don’t mean George “The Puppet Master” ex-CIA, Golden Triangle, Daddy Bush, I mean Shrub. I’ve been writing incendiary meanderings for years, mostly to myself, and looking back over my scribblings from years past I notice that I spent a lot of time bemoaning the antics of Shrub. You know the litany of really jacked up shit he did, or at least the top ten on my personal hit parade: (1) misleading th