But nobody wants to hear about his impressive pulse rate and body-fat
percentages when American boys and girls are dying overseas, and when lawmakers
start throwing around the dreaded V-word — Vietnam — in the daily dialogue on
. . .
Bush didn't need to keep his Tour-de-Farce date with Armstrong even if
Cindy Sheehan had left "Camp Casey," named for her fallen son, to be with her
ailing mother. No president refusing to spend an hour with the parent of a dead
soldier should spend a day basking in the glow of a cycling champ.
Bush has consoled many families in mourning, but that truth was lost in the
ranch dust kicked up during a wartime period of R&R that would even make his
father blush. The president emerged in Salt Lake City on Monday to defend his
policy in Iraq and to remind his countrymen about the horrors of 9/11.
Back in 2001, weeks after the terrorist attacks, Bush struck a far more
credible pose on Roger Clemens' mound. Now that Yankee Stadium chant has faded.
The president has lost his fastball.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Even the SPORTS columns...
...are sick of Bush.
by Joshua Trupin at 8/24/2005 07:14:00 AM