Best Line of the Day

I read a few newspapers each day. It's one of the things one can do when retired. My best estimate is that I spend three to four hours each day poring over stories and editorials and what-all as a means of staying informed about what is going on in this world of ours. Every once in a while, something strikes me as funny, funny hilarious. That happened today as I read Maureen Dowd's op-ed in the New York Times about Bush's beleaguered trip to the mid-east and his attempt to salvage what little is left of the worst presidency in the history of the United States's. Dowd has a one-liner I find hilarious: "Puddle jumping through Arabia, the president saw his share of falcons in little leather hoods — presumably not a Gitmo reference — and Arabian stallions, including one retired stud from Texas — presumably not a W. reference." Maybe it's just me. In fact it may not be funny. It is not as funny to me as I write this now, but I laughed like hell when I read it initially. What it does provide me now, after the initial guffaw, is a sense of relief that our national nightmare is nearly over. I predict that history will judge Bush as the little man who tried to destroy his own democratic nation under the guise of forcing lip-service democracy on other nations. He can't get out to pasture fast enough.