Remember helplessly white-knuckling the back seat during the Bush years?
It seemed that every value we held dear was being trashed to the point where we wondered what life itself meant. Those were the days, my friends. Those were the days.
Perhaps, we all should have heeded Assrocket’s appraisal of Bush, who to his mind was:
A man of extraordinary vision and brilliance approaching to genius, he can’t get anyone to notice. He is like a great painter or musician who is ahead of his time, and who unveils one masterpiece after another to a reception that, when not bored, is hostile.