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?

not much more

This is it for a while. I'm sorry to leave you. I must. It is long overdue. I am going to fly south until another language is spoken. Where they have a different president. Where dogs roam free. Where donkeys are revered for ... well, for a lot of reasons. I am going to swim with the creatures of the sea.

Back 'bout the 22nd.

Kansas Tornado

I'd heard the stories, but hadn't seen any pictures.

This falls into the incomprehensible category.

And of course, I have to throw in a Bush jab: local officials are saying only a few National Guard troops have showed up. Apparently the Guard is totally involved elsewhere. A country far, far away.

Kansas Tornado Pictures