Supreme Court
The supreme court, not unlike a Taco Supreme, tastes so good because of its delicate blend of different Mexican flavors.
Personally, I don’t really like sour cream. You may feel the same way about states rights. Aren’t we all on the same team?
During the confirmation of John G. Roberts Jr. (This may or may not be the elusive "John G." from Memento, which I wouldn’t put past the Bush Administration- fucking bingo-liars that they are) "our" President once again had trouble navigating the slippery slope that is speaking English. Most people have come to accept the fact that Bush routinely stumbles over simple words and phrases to the point where his speeches are reduced to sounding like some airhead actress, presenting the "Lifetime Achievement Award" at a Hollywood awards show and reading the cue-cards with the inflection and poor pronunciation one would expect from a mildly retarded ESL student.
I understand that the President has a lot on his small mind, and I find it perfectly reasonable to use cue-cards to cite statistics, like how much money the war cost and how much money his people are making off of it. You know, huge numbers that change daily should be kept handy so that the public is accurately informed.
However, when our President is making a speech that announces his Supreme Court nomination, and he says "Judge John Roberts is…." he should not have to look down at his cue-cards to come up with " a decent and honest man."
Do you feel me? Why would he even feel the need to point that out? It’s not as if the public would expect him to nominate some sort of "indecent liar" with an "agenda"… oh….m’bad.
Jesus Christ, how can someone have such an innate aversion to acting intelligent??? I would imagine being Bush is similar to the feeling you get when you smoke crack and exhale it into a whippit and then huff the whippit. You know, amped-up confusion leading to violent delusions of grandeur and eventually nap time.
July 20th, 2005 at 8:50 am
Let me be the first to say that I have tried the old “take a hit of crack and blow it into the whippet trick” and even when my voice was still deeped from inhaling such a combination, I was still more loquacious and thoughtful than W. Whenever he is reading one of ths speeches that have been written for him (you didn’t think that nit-wit wrote his own speeches, did you?), I just sit back and think about how his writers must be back stage kicking themselves as he stumbles over routine words. I can just picture them going “Shit! I knew defiant had too many syllables!”