Bush's final presser:
What an incredibly lazy, tired, I-don't-give-a-damn performance. With a streak of defensive anger ("I wouldn't do X, Y, or Z, just to be popular.")
Is it possible that Fred Barnes took over Dick Cheney's job of moving George W's lips?
He's anxious to leave so he can go to brush cuttin' on his hog farm.
Well, no, not really. He unloaded the pig pen prop in favor of an 8,500 sq. ft. home in Preston Hollow, a gated community in Dallas. He'll be free to hobnob with billionaires and drink himself to death.
And he WILL drink himself to death. He'll make an embarrassing spectacle of himself slurring insults at parties: "I wash za preshident of the United Schaech, you ash-holes! Ya'llkun kish my ash!"