While it may be hard to believe that a man as mentally empty as Dubya even manages to put his pants on properly in the morning, the fact of the matter remains that he is the fucking president of the most powerful country on the planet.
It's easy to throw the blame around, in a similar manner to which one throws jellybeans into a monkey pit: evenly, in a fan-shaped pattern and spread-out. But this really won't change anything. And, since 2008 is still a ways away, we have to put up with this idiot for a while still.
Luckily, the management of this website has come up with an ideal solution for coping with the remainder of Dubya's term in office:
That's right, trusty old sauce. Why go to alcoholics anonymous, when you don't even have to be anonymous about it at all? Go out, buy yourself a bottle of genuine, rectified, double-X bust-head and drink yourself stupid every day. Walk around in an incoherent rage, take the law into your own hands, bother people, and wear that fact like a badge on your sleeve.
Before you know it, it will be 2009, and there will be a new president. Problem is, your life will also be in the crapper.
Happy 4th of July, everyone. Happy Birthday, America.