Who’s foolin’ who?

In a book on Decider George’s White House to be released today offers a continued look into the illusionary skull works of a president who really dosn’t give a shit and ponders how much he can make on the speech circuit after he leaves office. A life of boredom and luxury.

“I’ll give some speeches, just to replenish the ol’ coffers. I don’t know what my dad gets — it’s more than 50-75 thousand dollars a speech, and Clinton’s making a lot of money.” So told Decider George to Texas writer Robert Draper for the book, ‘Dead Certain,’ excerpts which were released this past weekend.

And readers will be dead certain this president is an arrogant, self-righteous asshole, who doesn’t seem to even momentarily ponder the horror his actions have created for the entire planet. He doesn’t think of the American republic he’s practically destroyed or the untold thousands of people whose lives were completely ended. And like most religious criminals, Decider George believes he’s in the very presence of God and on the same level.

“I’ve got God’s shoulder to cry on, and I cry a lot. I’ll bet I’ve shed more tears than you can count as president.” Not at God’s feet, not in any penitent or contrite position, but as if some horrifying decisions to kill a great number of human beings was hard on the soul.

And to Draper, Decider George admits he’s an arrogant asshole and doesn’t care. “I made a decision to lead. One, it makes you unpopular; two, it makes people accuse you of unilateral arrogance, and that may be true. But the fundamental question is, is the world better off as a result of your leadership?”

“…and that may be true…” ?

In a clear display of Decider George’s perception of reality: The world is way, way worse off, in a shitting-the-pants intensity “as a result of your leadership.” Studies, reports, all kinds of documents have shown the world is indeed more troubled now than six years ago.

In 18 months or so, the little shithead will continue playing.
“We’ll have a nice place in Dallas,” he confided to Draper, adding he will be running what he called “a fantastic Freedom Institute” promoting democracy around the world.
“I can just envision getting in the car, getting bored, going down to the ranch. Sixty-two is really young, and yet I’ll be through with my presidency.”

He will be finished with his work. He can sit back and watch as the shit he formed and shaped explodes into chaos.

Decider George will indeed do more than cry on God’s shoulder: God can’t be fooled.