He's Baaaaack

Whew! At last some good news with this nasty hurricane business. Someone is finally in charge. Turd Blossom is back from vacation and he's taking no prisoners! You can just see him striding into the situation room, inserting his hand up the back of the President's jacket and drinking a glass of water as, miraculously, words come out of Bush's mouth. I am always amazed by how he does that.

The result? Rummy's down south with his sleeves rolled up, looking like he's ready to personally kick the ass of that flood. Condi, back from her oops moment at "Spamalot", is praying in Alabama, and POTUS himself has returned to the disaster zone, looking for some cameras and a few black people to cozy up to. So stop worrying, America! Things are finally getting back to normal.

Bush, following the treatment he accorded national heroes George "Slam Dunk" Tenet, and Paul Bremer, must already be buffing the medals he's going to pin on Brownie and Chertie for the bang-up jobs they've done at FEMA and the Department of Homeland Security. In the six-year-old's-birthday-party view of the world taken by our President, everyone goes home with a goodie bag!

Republicans have already begun to blame local Democratic officials for the massive screw up. In fact, an unnamed administration source managed to slime the Louisiana governor in both the Washington Post and Newsweek for not declaring a state of emergency in time when this was demonstrably false (hmmm, does anyone discern the deft hand of Turd Blossom yet again?)

As I was paying sixty dollars to fill my gas tank this morning (and I don't own a big car), I reflected that the man who couldn't come up with an answer at a press conference when asked if he could think of a mistake he'd made since 9/11 will still have a blemish-free record. It's enough to restore your faith in government.