September 30, 2007
The Sentence of the Month Award...
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...goes to Vanity Fair's James Wolcott, from The Simple Life: White House Edition:
Hell, I'll give Wolcott runner-up this month as well, from the same article:
Nice work, James.
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...goes to Vanity Fair's James Wolcott, from The Simple Life: White House Edition:
"Following Abu Ghraib, Katrina, the Valerie Plame scandal, his flyboy showboating on the aircraft carrier with the MISSION ACCOMPLISHED banner as backdrop, the ongoing evisceration of Iraq, and the shaming embarrassment of Alberto Gonzales as attorney general, the majority of us can't wait for Bush to drag himself back to Dodge bearing the invisible stigmata of permanent disgrace to wind down his days in the infernal glow of wildfires heralding the wrath of the global warming he did nothing as president to forestall."
Hell, I'll give Wolcott runner-up this month as well, from the same article:
"The chrome peeled off of Bush's halo as national healer in the post-Katrina tragedy of errors, the commendation 'Heckuva job, Brownie' tied like a tin can to his legacy no matter how they try to paper things over at the future Bush presidential library and car wash."
Nice work, James.
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Labels: Bush, vitriol, words, work, writing
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That picture was taken in Australia, after Bush called them Austrians, almost fell off the stage and then attempted to open the wrong door.
Pretty much sums up the guy in one swift press conference.
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Pretty much sums up the guy in one swift press conference.
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