Consider it our great national blessing that we got a birdbrain in the Bushs as things get further out of hand. Give thanks for our noble heritage here before Thanksgiving that the descendents of two Mayflower families have put us in the weeds worldwide. We truly are in luck two inbred idiots have gotten us this far and have not yet blown us up. An Andover, Yale, and Harvard education are not enough to attain success in your chosen profession, which is to profess your choices and then tell others we have no choice but to live with them. Or die with them. Because if the other guys were in charge, it would certainly be worse.
Welcome to the Dynasty of Dunces. Succeeding a successful president who couldn't keep his dick in his pants, Oedipus Dix takes the office of his father the prescient president who said it wouldn't be prudent to head on to Bagdhad, but whose son never listened. Now the father returns to correct the mistakes of the son who wanted to correct his dear dad's own errors. The error of one correction is thus recognized, but not for what it is. All the king's horses and all the king's men can't put Humpty Dubya back together again. We will be glad when this Era of Error is over.
