Folks, This was printed in the Poughkeepsie Journal Letters to the Editor on Sunday 2/4/07.
I think Molly Ivins has taken up residence in Stephanie Smith's body. Sounds just like something Molly would write. __________________________________ "Stop the insanity, send Bush packing"
Somewhere, Saddam Hussein is hanging with 72 virgins, laughing his chops off. Somewhere, Osama bin Laden is climbing over rocks with a dialysis unit strapped to his back, just doing his thing.
When George W. Bush became president, he rapidly descended into personal madness. His madness is driven by power, a true Napoleonic nut job.
A self-serving, indulgent, passive Congress did nothing but take a pay hike. "Dubya" continues his delusional quest to be "somebody." He has sacked not just Iraq, but the United States, too — our youth, our resources, our future. He stood on the deck of an aircraft carrier, and gave his jaunty, silly salute.
Bush believes he can revise history, the Constitution, foreign cultures and, if we wait much longer, the Bible.
Napoleon Bonaparte was finally shipped to Elba after the little pest kept trying to come back. Can't we ship Bush, and Dick Cheney, and Condoleezza Rice to Ellis, Riker's, or even Fantasy Island?
Better yet, send "Dubya" home to Mama Bush. Big Barb was, and still is, a fearsome figure. I'll bet she held the shears at gelding time and heated up the irons for branding. She knew how to rein in her less than brilliant little cowboy.
Come on Barb, saddle up, before we all die — not for a real issue, but because "Dubya" was born a little too rich, a little too short and one rib shy of a barbecue.