George W. has been working the legacy tour, eight years too late, but you can't fault him for being inconsistent. He's been failing at the presidency all along so what's a few days of cramming to try and make it right? After MLK Day, he can't hurt us anymore. Except in our collective memories, where he and his cabinet will linger, fester, and haunt us in the middle of the night for decades to come.
The one theme that runs through Bush's tenure is this: He doesn't care. He doesn't care about you, me, the soldiers, the people of Iraq or Afghanistan, our standing in the world, national security, the environment, the economy, the concepts of right and wrong. He doesn't care about ANYTHING because he has no ability to feel empathy. And our complacent public voted him in (again!) out of carelessness, selfishness and greed, enabling a sociopath in his quest to destroy everything he touched. As one Republican put it, driving his Humvee from his McMansion to partake in a day of golf, "I don't like Bush, but I don't want the democrats' hands in my pocket." Well, thanks a lot, asshole.
Here's a little Bush legacy pictorial I threw together with some very special musical accompaniment (you'll have to push the "play" button on that bulky little player to hear the music but it's worth it). After Monday, feel free to join him in brush clearin', bike ridin', and reminiscin' about those crazy daze of power and privilege.
"So I analyzed that and decided I didn't want to be the president during a depression greater than the Great Depression, or the beginning of a depression greater than the Great Depression." --George W. Bush, Washington D.C., Dec. 18, 2008
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