Am I Alone?

Am I the only one that senses the world is going mad, or do the rest of you find this damn planet is losing their collective shit? Maybe the charade of “recovery” is finally wearing so thin, that insanity is starting to express itself more overtly. 

I can’t resist the cheap shot before I go any further and this did not inspire this post but George Herbert Walker Fochin Bush is NOT a new SAINT! Oh, I know that CNN is going to raise the flag of deity for the old Skull and Bones boy, but come on gimme a fochin break. This kid was born on third base with a 20 foot lead to home plate. After watching CNN, I would have thought he grew up in a log cabin on a creek in Brumley, Missouri.  Hells bells I wanted to write a post lauding George and his wonderful wife and their delightful offspring. I guess 20 or 30 thousand Iraqi soldiers bombed into pudding served a purpose in preserving the freedom of the Kuwaiti royal family. After all they were tossing babies out of incubators weren’t they?

Compared to his son’s decision to unleash the dogs of war on the war machines of Afghanistan and Iraq, my Yalie hero does look like a genius. Maybe I am a little harsh on the shrub, because only a few thousand U.S. troops died and the few million women and children casualties really don’t count since they were Muslims. Maybe George is a true hero.  After all he SERVED his country and thats more than most of us did. Speaking of serving, just like John McGain he was shot down over a little shit hole of an island in the Pacific. There were “whispers” that George panicked and didn’t maneuver for his navigator to eject out. George managed to make it out in time and parachute to safety and a photo op on a submarine that picked him up. I know his family money and power had nothing to do with his Distinguished Flying Cross medal he was awarded for parachuting to safety. He was just “serving” and got lucky.

Okay I get it. I’ll STFU. He’s gone and so will we soon. We are exceptional and maybe special guys like George deserve to have a special holiday when they croak. I think I’ll just say hi to the cleaning lady at work and ask her how day is going tomorrow. That’s how I’ll serve. After all, her son is six feet under in a shitty grave for his “service” and he didn’t get any medal. Watta great guy that George was. See ya in Heaven buddy.