One Flew Over...

The President of the United States of America just flew over my house.

Well, I guess it really was about a half an hour ago, and he wasn't flying of his own ability, but rather being chauffeured via helicopter. I think I would actually start to like him if he had flown over by himself, with nothing but a big part of homemade wax wings aiding him. Of course, the heat from his ego would probably melt them though and send him plummeting into my fish pond. And I just cleaned that out. Now I even dislike him in my fantasies.

Mr. Bush is on his way to the home of Republican cheerleader Mitt Romney to attend a 70-thousand dollar a couple fund raiser for John McCain -- or as I like to call him -- the second coming of stupidity. Actually, he must be somewhat savvy, because McCain won't appear with the President at tonight's event, and is keeping his distance like Georgie has the plague. That has to make the President feel somewhat bad. I mean, here he is going across the country raising money for a person he probably doesn't even like, taking valuable time away from shooting varmints on his ranch, and the guy won't even take a picture with him. It's the kind of thing that would drive a normal person into therapy. Of course, normal people don't live in a candy coated halcyon dream of a world where giving everyone six hundred dollars will automatically make everything better and make everyone believe a multi-billion dollar war isn't draining the life out of the country. Oooh, that was bitchy. I hope he's not reading this, or having it read to him.

I think that what really pisses me off is that while Bush is out here fleecing the conservative elite our tax dollars are being used to protect him. It pissed me off with Clinton too, and I'm sure it will piss me off with Obama. If the RNC or the DNC wants so badly to have their star come to an event, they should foot the bill. I mean, have you seen how much gas it takes to power a helicopter? At $3.80 a gallon that's got to add up.

Honestly though, he couldn't have planned this visit better if he tried. On the day that a scathing book about the White House penned by his former Press Secretary hits shelves, he is safely tucked away in the reddest state in the nation. A state so patriotic that even the Democrats stand outside with their four year old nephews looking to the skies and waving at his passing helicopter while sucking on popsicles. I was going to quickly make a giant sign reading "stop the war," but my hands were sticky. I like to think I waved in a way that expressed my resentment. Of course, with my luck tonight he'll tell the story of "the little boy and the woman waving as I flew by," and raise millions in additional funds that will help in the Republican death march to a third White House term.

If that happens he definitely owes me a ride.