The President of the U.S. turned 61 today. That’s 61 utterly miserable, overly spoiled, hateful and stupid years of life for a man who never succeeded at anything, and who has helped make the U.S. a cartoonish and dangerous laughingstock to the rest of the world.
And that’s not even counting the 100,000 or more dead civilians strewn over the Middle East. Or the 3,584 dead U.S. troops who don’t get anymore birthdays, every last one of them more honorable and brave than this faux leader who never met a fear he wouldn’t exploit, and who will wait things out in Iraq as long as it takes to get those oil deals secured.
Happy Birthday President Bush. Now quit.