Coffee and a Nightmare That Won't End

Ugh. Morning press conference interrupts my breakfast and the spectacle of Rosie and Elizabeth trading left and right hooks on The View.

I cannot believe we have a president who justifies spectacularly faltering military and political strategy by telling a reporter that terrorists are coming after his children.

Oh my god!

He's a journalist, you fuckwit, not a Walmart employee. If he fears for his children it's because you --not "jihadists"-- are dismantling his country.

If ever anyone needs to extract information from me, feel free to lock me in a room with an endless loop of Bush press conferences. Every stilted, smirking sentence makes me want to mutilate myself. I'd tell you anything to end that torture.