2001: A Dimwit Odyssey
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So: our long national nightmare is almost over. Thus: let us review the Bush administration, year by year. Please add your thoughts and observations. And then, let us never speak of it again.
His inaugural motorcade was pelted with eggs — an indignity that Gilded Age performers endured. The next day: his very first gag order. Michael Brown came to Washington, a submariner piloted his boat into a Japanese fishing vessel, and a spy plane commander collided with a Chinese air force jet. None of the three knew what the fuck was going on. The Presidential Daily Briefs sent to Crawford were barely read, and the stem cell “research” speech given from there was sophomoric.
And then: September 11 came. Deer, meet headlights. But most people went right along with everything he wanted, as if the first eight months told them absolutely nothing. Seriously, people — there was more foreshadowing than a Bronte novel.