Makin’ His Waaaay, The Only Way He Knows How

It’s official: President Bush has loosened his tie, undone a few buttons and decided to enjoy his victory lap as king of the world. He rolled up to the G8 summit in Japan over the weekend, the party where the world’s richest leaders get together to discuss issues of global concern and get the latest updates on who’s pissing on whose flags. A primary focus of the talks were discussing new targets for cutting carbon emissions, and by the end of the three-day event, leaders declared a “shared vision” on climate change. 

As talks concluded on the final day, King Bush brought an end to the meeting with these parting words: “Goodbye from the world’s greatest polluter.” 

The most powerful man in the world then punched the air with his fist while grinning like a guy who just won an international shitting contest, as the rest of the world leaders and dignitaries looked on in… well, could it really be disbelief anymore? We’ve had eight years to get used to this kind of thing. Hell, I’m surprised he didn’t break out the cowboy hat.

192 days left.

The guy’s the perfect mascot for a post-millennium America, a caricature symptom of the index of cancers gnawing the bones of this nation.

And this is exactly the kind of shit that’s going to make it so much fun to tell my grandkids about him someday.