Beyond Relevance


You know, it really is just kind of sad and pathetic watching him play out the remaining year and a half or so like a team with no chance of making the playoffs...or, maybe closer to the mark, like a loveless marriage, but one where old Shrubby still tries to pretend like he cares...so he periodically threatens to beat the shit out of, you name it, the press, the Congress, Al Qaeda, just because, well...that's pretty much the only way he knows how to express much of anything, even if it's clear as a bell that on pretty much any level, the clown's gotta muster all the strength he's got left just to get out of bed and get dressed each morning.

And if you think it's bad now, just wait until this time next year...