I'm suposed to be gone

I thought I was out. I read, I did, I worked, and I thought I was out. I'm leaving. But I can't help but read.

I got home tonight - last gasp, I'm getting up early and flying - and I read this crap about W. Frontin' for the hard hit people:

The president ambled down the road to a house with no roof, almost slipping as he picked his way across a chunk of metal on the lawn. He briefly grabbed a chain saw, ripping it into action for the cameras and other media that accompanied him.

"How are you all?" Bush asked as he moved among residents.

For his backdrop, a yellow crane in the home's driveway suspended an American flag while the trees in the front lawn had metal and plastic debris wedged into what remained of their branches.

This is the third time in three months that Bush has played the role of national healer.

Are we done yet? Are we simply done with this posing hero yet? Is there anyone else not ready to say, "liar. Craphound. Toady. Fuqhwhit?"

I gotta go to Mexico. Honestly. I'm sick of this guy. This lying. This crap. What's wrong? Isn't there someone to call him out? Does it have to be me?