Bad Sully

I suspect we will never be able to reconcile Good Sully -- the one who ridicules Bush and his merry band of criminals -- and Bad Sully -- the one who ridicules people who ridicule Bush et al. Sully offers brickbats to the author of this:

"George Bush's second inaugural extravaganza was every bit as repugnant as I had expected, a vulgar orgy of triumphalism probably unmatched since Napoleon crowned himself emperor of the French in Notre Dame in 1804. The little Corsican corporal had a few decent victories to his escutcheon. Lodi, Marengo, that sort of thing. Not so this strutting Texan mountebank, with his chimpanzee smirk and his born-again banalities delivered in that constipated syntax that sounds the way cold cheeseburgers look, and his grinning plastic wife, and his scheming junta of neo-con spivs, shamans, flatterers and armchair warmongers, and his sinuous evasions and his brazen lies, and his sleight of hand theft from the American poor, and his rape of the environment, and his lethal conviction that the world must submit to his Pax Americana or be bombed into charcoal."

"Sounds the way cold cheeseburgers look" -- I dunno, Sully. I like that one -- a lot. I think Sully's biggest complaint about Bush is that he LIKES the Pax Americana fantasy, and is sad the Chimp has screwed it up so badly.