Ten years ago my son was an 18 year old Marine. He was among the first troops into Iraq and went back AGAIN and AGAIN for a total of three deployments.
Three. Combat. Deployments.
I spent four years being batshit crazy because, you know, I didn’t raise my son for that.
Ten years after shock and awe, Dubya is shocking us again with his godawful paintings. His teacher says he’s going to go down in history as a great painter. Mawhahahahahah. Give. Me. A. Break. You can check out some of his work here. Be sure to scroll down to see the nudes. Self-portraits. Damn, you know those suckers will sell just because. And that is so not fair because they are truly mediocre. If that isn’t enough to earn him a place in hell than I don’t know what is.
Oh…maybe his war.
His goddamn effing war, the one that left 4,488 American service members dead, 32,021 injured. And well over 100,000 Iraqis but no one has the exact numbers. Many of them innocent civilians. Children. And then the coalition forces…
The war we BORROWED to pay for, the war that set our economy and our national reputation, straight into the toilet.
Ten years later GWB is painting pictures of himself in the shower. In the tub.
At the end of the day he’ll be able to wash the paint from his hands but there some things he’ll never be able to scrub from his soul.