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It's a quiet, calm morning in Philly--I haven't read the latest crotte from David "I'm Writing As Bad As I Can" Brooks, and in any case I'm insufficiently caffeinated.

So I'm not—snicker—laughing hysterically at the latest attempt by the White House to buff their turd:

"Doing his job has always been his strongest suit," said one adviser close to the White House. "Let Bush be Bush. Let him lead. It's what Bush does in times like these."
AP

Heh heh heh. Let me put my coffee down for a moment; it's not corporate swill from Starbucks, and I don't want to waste it. Snort.

Snicker.

Make no mistake:

That idle, arrogant, evasive, irresponsible, uncaring shit magnet and Clint Black wannabe was "the Real Bush."

How do we know? Because when Katrina hit, all Bush's enablers and handlers weren't around to protect him from himself. Rove (we're told) was having a kidney stone removed. Cheney (we're told) was on vacation. And the rest of Bush's staff is so terrified of The Man that they were reduced to making a DVD of the corpses in the streets of New Orleans to get His attention.

We've already let "Bush be Bush."

And it's not a pretty sight.

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