In a strange way, he's lucky that Kay Bailey Hutchison only fired him: she could have beaten the shit out of him with a three-ring binder the way she did to one of her assistants when she was Texas State Treasurer a decade ago. That assistant only screwed up a personal situation: this being public, I imagine that his last thought on the job was what most of Hutchison's constituents think when meeting her in person: "Where the hell are Sigourney Weaver and a forklift when you need 'em?"
Of COURSE the intelligence Bush got was "pretty darn good"; God told him Himself. And if God is wrong on Iraq, then He could be wrong on His advice on the Israeli/Palestinian accords, and on Liberia, and on massive tax cuts stimulating the economy...sounds like it's the same God who was talking to Ronald Reagan.
Back ten years ago, Molly Ivins decried the number of God impersonators running around. She brought up a particular case in which Texas state troopers pulled over a station wagon blasting due east at 95 miles per hour. The station wagon was literally packed solid with naked men, women, and children: all were part of a millennialist Christian cult whose leader (in the car) said that God had told him that the End was coming soon. They were speeding because God said that Louisiana would be the only place spared in the coming Tribulations, and that they had to get there early to get a good spot, and they were naked because God said clothing was sinful.
Ivins' comment? "This was obviously the work of a God impersonator. God would never tell anyone to go to Louisiana."
Shame on you all. How DARE you suggest that truth shouldn't be fluid. Admittedly, I used to think the same way as you, before I was abducted, put in this quaint Welsh resort villa, and renamed "Number Nine", but that doesn't affect my attitude in the slightest.
Back in the halcyon days of 1984, I got it into my pointy head that I should join the Army to get the finances to go to college. Things got very strange in ways that need not be detailed here, but I had the transcendental experience of reading my first piece of news since I started Basic Training and having that piece of news be Ronald Reagan's "We begin bombing in ten minutes" comment. At the time, I mentally considered my options: standard cannon fodder or radioactive dust within the next six months?
Right now, my brother Eric (Ron Post to my Russ, if you're up on your Matt Howarth references) is stationed in the Baghdad Airport as part of the 82nd Airborne, and he's supposed to be there for the next year. I was scared when I read Reagan's idiot quips nineteen years ago, but didn't get angry over the situation. Now I face the very real likelihood that I may never see my brother alive again, and that his chances of survival were just cut in half by a draft-dodging cokehead MBA with the IQ of a turnip, and I get REALLY angry.
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