Gray Lady Sees Red
Of course we adore the Times — we tease because we love — but we usually skip right past the editorials, because they're boring. (We're bloggers; we like our opinions face-paced, sarcastic, and ideally obscenity-laced.) Which is why it was fun this morning to notice that the editorialists now hate Bush so much they can't even be stentorian any more.
George W. Bush gave one of the worst speeches of his life yesterday, especially given the level of national distress and the need for words of consolation and wisdom. In what seems to be a ritual in this administration, the president appeared a day later than he was needed. He then read an address of a quality more appropriate for an Arbor Day celebration: a long laundry list of pounds of ice, generators and blankets delivered to the stricken Gulf Coast. He advised the public that anybody who wanted to help should send cash, grinned, and promised that everything would work out in the end.
Such derision. Such contempt. Such fun.
Just throw in an ass-fucking joke, and they'll be ready to pinch-hit for Wonkette.
