Let Them Eat Catfish!

Let Them Eat Catfish!
How an out-of-touch president gets by with a starstruck media

As factions threatened civil war in Iraq over the draft constitution, and as Hurricane Katrina threatened to become the worst natural disaster in American history, the president of the United States was on his fake ranch, determined to continue his five-week vacation. He rode his bicycle – “I like speed,” he’d said a few weeks ago to some reporters who rode with him – on his Disneyland-like camp, complete with its man-made hills and fake lake (which was created and filled with fish from elsewhere), shutting out the world outside.

Op-ed by Michelangelo Signorile, may not be on a worksafe site, and the language is most definitely not for Mormons. I alternate between being glued to the news and avoiding all news, unable to stomach it. It’s frustrating to know that the best thing I can do is send money even though I want to do more.

I can only hope that this opens the country’s eyes to some parts of “America” that they didn’t know existed in terms of race and class, and to just what kind of a monkey we have sitting in the white house.

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3 Responses

  1. Lindsay says:

    My God. He’s like Michael Jackson, except without the musical talent and plastic surgery.

  2. Brian says:

    The number of times he’s been out riding his bicycle just kill me. The time there was an airspace scare in the District? He was out riding his bike and the secret servicemen with him didn’t “feel the need” to interrupt his ride.

    Soon they will start carrying a big umbrella over him wherever he goes.

  3. Rich says:

    Who saved him when he choked on that pretzel? I bet they’re sorry now!

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