Okay, this slipped by me this week. Much has been reported about the notes passed between Bush and his favorite sycophant Harriet Miers. There's even a blog dedicated to Ms. Miers juvenille writing style. But this is just creepy.
In one note, Bush writes to Miers:
"I appreciate your friendship and candor.
okay so far.
"Never hold back your sage advice.
a little weird coming from a guy who can't handle an iota of dissent, but still fine.
"P.S. No more public scatalogy."
Wait, Back the Fuck Up!!!!
It's one thing that Harpy Eag, I mean Harriet Miers is grossly under-qualified to refill the toilet paper at the Supreme Court let alone get her own robe. Being President of the Texas Bar Association means that you brought donuts to some jack-off committee meeting and everyone liked them enough to nominate you for president.
It's one thing that she is quite obviously a religious fruitcake who goes to a church that holds meetings in a hotel. If you've ever been to a hotel when the First Church of Jesus Christ, Fag-Killer has a meeting, you know that if you can't afford your own building, it's because most people think you're fucking insane.
It's one thing that she is a relentless ass-kisser who, like so many current government officials before her, has found success only by jumping on the Bush Gray Train -- I'm looking at you Mike Brown, you incompetent fuck.
It's another thing entirely that she feels the need to take a dump in public. Scatology is a preoccupation with excrement. I'm now very concerned that while the Supreme Court is in session, Harriet Miers will be shitting into her robe and trying to hide her crooked grin as she relishes the squishiness.
If Democrats can't get the nerve to fight her qualifications, her lack of experience, her zany religious antics, or her enduring brown-nosing, surely we can all get together to take a stand against public defecation. Who's with me!?
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