Every damned time you do anything, it turns out to bad.
Desperate to redeem his image after Katrina, the Federal Disaster jetted off to SoCal yesterday to roll up his sleeves for a photo-op. Hey! It's hard work! Photo-oppin' and hand shakin' and consolin' an' fakin' concern...
And snarling traffic and extending the misery of others. Residents who were allowed to return to their homes were stuck in traffic for hours on end and firefighters were cut off from food and showers while the pResidential motorcade disrupted life even further.
In seven years, you have been wrong about every fucking thing you have done. Every photo-op has been a sham, like when the lights were shining on you in New Orleans, but no where else.
Bush concluded his trip with remarks to the firefighters and the public at Kit Carson Park in Escondido.
His departure from the command post allowed traffic to flow once again from northbound Interstate 15 and the West Bernardo Drive exit through the streets of Rancho Bernardo, letting motorists get to their homes or the recreation center.
Some of the firefighters seemed more interested in a shower and a hot meal than Bush's visit.
Still covered in ashes, firefighters Danny Chandler and Chris Cortright from Mount Laguna waited in the back of a pickup. They could see the showers and the food tent, but the president's visit kept them and dozens of other firefighters from moving. Chandler had been fighting the fire in Ramona for 24 hours. Cortright had been at it for 48 hours.
“I appreciate him being here,” Chandler said, drinking Gatorade as he waited in the sun. “But they could have organized this better. I'd just as soon eat.”
You have the support of 24% who are, the case could be made, simply Non Compos Mentis. Everybody else just wants you to go away. Since Nancy is pathetic and useless and won't bring impeachment charges against you, just go to fucking Crawford and stay the hell out of the way. Everybody hates you. Go eat worms or sumthin.'