Dear George,

[WI_DEM]

you always said it was "hard work" and then you would be off on one of those summer long "working" vacations to the "ranch." Heck, it was on one such occasion that you got a national security briefing noting that a terrorist attack may include the use of an airplane to attack a major US target--of course you threw that aside--too long and too many big words, apparently. About three weeks later came 9/11. You keep saying that you have prevented another 9/11 type attack on U.S. soil but, hell, the first one came on YOUR WATCH. And then when it happened you were frozen with fear for several moments while you "read" MY PET GOAT. Then you went into hiding for a few days and emerged a few days later for a carefully arranged photo-op in NYC with fire workers--true heroes.

When we had your pal, Bin-Laden, on the run in Afghanistan, you decided to invade a country that had absolutely nothing to do with 9/11, and diverted attention and troops away from the major action. The result was over 4000 dead Americans (over 3000 after you donned your cod piece for a photo-op to announce MISSION ACCOMPLISHED)and hundreds of thousands of innocent Iraqis. Oh, and you said you would give up golf for the duration of the war--like a man gives up booze during lint--but of course you lied about that too.

But you were not done with causing world wide turmoil and hatred of the United States. You also decided to destroy a major American city, New Orleons. Ironically you were at the ranch then too on one of your "working" vacations when Katrina hit. You didn't want to be disturbed with the details. People died and a city was destroyed and you strummed a guitar and celebrated McCain's birthday at a GOP fund-raiser. You only reluctantly took a fly-over a few days after the fact.

But you weren't done, yet, you decided to help create the biggest economic mess this country has seen since the Great Depression and left your successor a mountain of debt.

I could go on and on about your being a miserable failure, but in your heart of hearts, even as you were trying to put a glossy finish on your horrendous record in last night's farewell, you know you blew it just as you have blown every responsibility you have been given. Poppy and the rest of the family know you "messed up again" and somehow they will try and divert attention from you, so in a few years they can hoist Jeb on us. Somehow I wish you had remained a miserable drunk and coke head, so this nation and world could have avoided the last eight years.

Farewell, you bastard.