The Headlights Shine on Deers that Drop Doo-doo
Well how about that President of ours? Man, he really killed last night. I’ve completely lost the ability to speak and think about or otherwise analyze critically the message and tone of this national leader of ours. Even he looks bored with having to deliver the same rehearsed and coached talking points over and over again. He’s so obviously uncomfortable up there speaking as the high ruler of the free world, that I almost feel bad for him. It’s like rooting for your kid at their first piano recital. My money was on him to totally crack up last night and shit his diaper. I had visions of him fumbling a question so bad that he would take a step back from the podium collect himself for a brief second and then come back with, “OK. Fuck it – I’m outta here. Done. As of this moment – I resign!” One can hope…

The Good Doctor had this to say about Bush and the Iraqi quagmire:

“I hereby proclaim that “Fallujah” is the new
replacement for the F word. As in “Dude! I got a big
Fallujah on that test!” or “Fallujah this! I’m
leaving!”