He's still here?

Wow, how much do people not care about George W. Bush anymore, and just want him to get the hell out of Dodge.

He delivered perhaps one of the most lackluster and meaningless State of the Union addresses ever. But, of course, what the hell could he brag about? His great foreign policy? The war? The wonderful economy? The way his government leaped into action to rebuild New Orleans?

9/11 9/11 9/11. That one isn't even working for Rudy these days.

My friend Sarah came over Monday night for my famous Omaha burgers (with some Amy's chili and a delightful cabernet sauvignon) and was balking at watching the speech, but since she was getting fed, I had TV veto power and wanted to see it, if only to annoy myself.

But I made it better by telling her about the Bush speech drinking game (I think Wonkette invented it) where you have to take a shot of tequila or Scotch every time he mentions 9/11, Islamic terrorists or mispronounces the word nuclear.

We only had Scotch and got slightly buzzed (she was cheating though, and not really taking a shot, claiming she doesn't like Scotch. Heathen!)

But listening to him blather on, I actually think Boy George has fallen off the wagon himself.

How much longer are we cursed with this man in the White House?

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