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Bush would be the squint-eyed alcoholic school bus driver, blindly weaving his way along the rural Maine route, and the kids on the bus would KNOW that he was drunk, and they'd know that he was mean when he was drunk, and they'd know that with each switchback on the logging roads the bus was swaying drunkenly back and forth across, and they'd know that every 20 minutes or so gigantic Peterbilts pulling double tandem trailers filled with gargantuan logs were steaming toward them at breakneck speed . . . and little Timmy . . in the seat across the aisle but closest to the driver would be eyeing the wheel . . . wondering if the angry drunk is going to get all the kids killed, or if it would be better if he leaped across and grabbed the wheel and eased the bus gently into a muddy fireroad running into the woods. . . so that he and his school mates could escape before the last horrifying vision of the front end of a speeding Peterbilt slammed thru the windshield and brought tragedy to the poverty stricken families scattered across Aroostook County . . .
and so all of us Americans are supposed to sit quietly with our hands folded while this idiot, this nasty, spoiled, rich asshole frat-boy, alcoholic, draft-dodging, lying, cowardly former cheerleader drives the Bus of State thru perilous woods, and if we dissent - it's because we hate America.
God's mercy on the wild Gingerman.
