Mock Now, if You Love Your Freedom

Bill Maher makes a passionate appeal to renew a campaign of derision, satire and ridicule of the "Gruesome Boob" in the White House. Maher, it should be noted, originated this blog's favorite presidential moniker, "Drinky McDumbass.

Amid all the 9/11 anniversary talk about what will keep us safe, let me suggest that in a world turned hostile to America, the smartest message we can send to those beyond our shores is, “We’re not with stupid.” Therefore, I contend — with all seriousness — that ridiculing this president is now the most patriotic thing you can do.

No, it pains me to say these things, because I know deep down George Bush has something extra — a chromosome. Cruel? Perhaps, but it may just have saved lives. By doing the extra chromosome joke, I sent a message to a young Muslim man somewhere in the world who’s on a slow burn about this country, and perhaps got him to think, “Maybe the people of America aren’t so bad. Maybe it’s just the rodeo clown who leads them. Maybe the people ‘get it.’” We do, Achmed, we do!

So while honoring the anniversary of September 2001, we must also never forget September 2000. That’s the month when Gov. George W. Bush said, “I know that human beings and fish can coexist peacefully.” If you don’t believe me, you can look it up on both internets. The world changed on 9/11. He didn’t. That’s why we owe it to ourselves, and our children, to never stop pointing out that George W. Bush is a gruesome boob.

Bush similies, to wit:

a. Like the guy in front of you in line at McDonald's refusing to acknowledge that there is no "Whopper."

b. Two "AA"s short of a battery pack.

c. In my alternate universe, the unctuous Manager at Home Depot that you have to keep explaining your problem very clearly to.