I saw a homeless guy, recently. He was just standing on the corner outside my office, happy as can be, I imagine. Not a care in the world. Dirty clothes, sweaty face–didn’t bother him any. Wore a novelty American flag as a pseudo-mohawk on his head. Big, out of style sunglasses. I was downwind, could tell he smelled awful. The kind of smell that makes your eyes water, the back of your neck tense up, and your mind to wander to some other topic, any other topic. He was just standing there. Brushing his teeth.

Reminded me a lot of the Bush administration. Wraps every decision in the American flag, no matter how badly it smells, no matter how horrible it looks.

Above all else, Bush makes sure that he’s doing something totally unrelated to what needs to be done. Brush your teeth, Bush. Brush ‘em good and hard.