Or Karen Hughes' pen/word processor, HE'S LYING!. The Bunnypants Soliloquy, or as we call it here at the Fish Farm, The BS, taken at face value or however, includes such laugh lines as:
Together, we have a chance to serve the American people by solving the complex problems that many don't expect us to tackle, let alone solve, in the partisan environment of today's Washington. To do that, however, we can't play politics as usual. Democrats will control the House and Senate, and therefore we share the responsibility for what we achieve.
In the days and weeks since the November elections, I have been encouraged by the productive meetings I've had with many of the new leaders in Congress from both parties. I am hopeful we can find common ground without compromising our principles.
Translation: I go to bed every night and think about bitch-slapping that fucking dog into next week. Barney better watch out too. How in the fuck did Turdblossom cost me my rubber-stamp congress? Goddamn, I need a drink.
Then there's always 9/11, that old reliable standby:
I believe that when America is willing to use her influence abroad, the American people are safer and the world is more secure.
Well, fuck, those guys at Powerline and Huge Hewitt still believe that shit...
The outcome of the elections has changed the balance of power in Congress, yet the priorities for keeping our country safe and prosperous go beyond party labels.
Our priorities begin with defeating the terrorists who killed thousands of innocent Americans on September 11, 2001--and who are working hard to attack us again. These terrorists are part of a broader extremist movement that is now doing everything it can to defeat us in Iraq.
Motherfucking Hippies, if they die at the hands of some Jihadi, who cares? I told them about 9/11 and how it changed everything. Had me a war and made my Daddy look the fool. All he got was a 90% approval rating for winning, I got me some pearl-handled revolvers! Saddam Specials! Yeeeeehaw!
Of course who can forget the Double-Secret Imperial Presidency, with more collected secrets than J. Edgar Hoover's couturier?
My principles are no secret.
Heh, heh, but goddamn nearly everything else in my administration is. You on that No-Fly list yet, boy? Heh heh. We're making shit up just to classify it and drive the Democrats fucking nuts for the next two years.
All in all, it' classic Wrecks-All Wrangler: an alleged "Op-Ed" that's All Hat and No Cattle. Well, maybe just a little Mad Cow.
