George W. Bush is fiercely riding his trail bike through red state after red state, determined to lose those unsightly love handles. I can easily relate to this, since I am faced with the same corporeal situation. It takes a lot of exercise to buff up/slim down. And I have reaffirmed yet again that ice cream is definitely not a substitute for exercise. Ahhh, would that it were.
Consider, please; if the president is all pudged up, how can he woo all those Iraq war widows whose husbands he sent off to die. How can a fat president convince the dead soldier's families that they died for a really truly honestly good reason? Whichever reason that may be, this week?
Oddly, in his remarks on the disastrous Katrina, he emphasised his desire to 'save lives'. He seems to talk a lot about 'culture of life', 'valuing life', 'saving lives', but every action he takes appears to be aimed at the taking of life. Making the world a far more dangerous place.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
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