A billboard along Interstate 35 in Wyoming, Minnesota – purchased by business owners in the Twin Cities (or the “morphyne” jackass)
Do I “miss him yet”? Are you out of your fucking MIND? I wake up every day, and no matter the weather, no matter the circumstances, no matter what petty annoyance or gargantuan life issue is staring me in the face, I think “well, at least goddamn GEORGE W. BUSH isn’t PRESIDENT anymore.”
The entire planet weighed less the day that cackling lemur finally got his last pair of soiled underthings out of the White House. Countries all around the world rejoiced. Hell, scientists were so juiced that they turned back the frickin’ DOOMSDAY CLOCK a few minutes. Losing that pitiless self-righteous nimrod was the best thing to happen to this country since the Miracle on Ice.
Are your tea-party brains so addled by the hoarse invective of your favorite cable-news carnival barkers that you actually think the rest of the country misses George W. Bush? If anything, your billboard accomplishes precisely the opposite of your intentions: any normal person driving by that sign will look at Bush’s sickening smirk and be jolted into sudden awareness: “wow, things in this country are still messed up, but at least THAT SLOBBERING GOON isn’t in charge.”
You rabid, decency-free, angry conservatives may try to rehabilitate Joe McCarthy, but you’ll never get any rational adult who lived under the reign of George W. Bush to wash the taste out of their mouths. You might find some other cruel fuck to trick Americans into voting against their self-interests again, but nobody will look back at Bush with wistful longing.
“Miss Me Yet?” I’m sorry, but… *ahem*