President Who-Gives-a-Shit (Part 3, Wherein President Who-Gives-a-Shit Reveals That He Is the Exact Same Kind of Selfish Baby Boomer His Party Accused Bill Clinton of Being):
Let us say, and why not, that you were elected President of, say, the United States of America. It's a big fuckin' country, essentially a Europe or Africa cobbled together into a single entity by its forefathers who were bent on greedily devouring as much land as possible. In essence, America itself is the last empire standing. And, more or less, it functions not too badly, even with its severely different regions, its severely conflicted populations. But it is, you know, a big fuckin' country, with lots of fuckin' problems, some of which are products of history and some of which are self-inflicted wounds. However, you're the President, and for four or eight years your job is to deal with those problems.
Now let's say that one of those problems showed up at your door step. Say a mother of a soldier who died in a war that you chose to fight, a war that the population of the country now believes is a clusterfuck at best, a horrid failure at worst. Say she showed up during your vacation, insisting that you meet with her, spend an hour, answer her questions. Now, if you were the President, you're telling yourself, of course you would meet with her. But you are you, and you are not George W. Bush (unless you are - in which case, let the Rude Pundit take this opportunity to say, "Dude. Seriously.").
Because George W. Bush actually said this about his job as leader of this cobbled-together, problem-ridden nation, with its dead soldiers' mothers demanding some feint at the truth, "I think it's also important for me to go on with my life, to keep a balanced life," and then added, "I think the people want the president to be in a position to make good, crisp decisions and to stay healthy." What this bag of douche doesn't seem to get is that being President ain't about his life. It's about ours, motherfucker. And, frankly, we don't give a single fly fart's worth of concern about his balance. Fuck, howzabout imbalancing a little, huh? And where did the President go after he said this? A local Little League game. Well, shit, maybe he could give the kids a wink-wink lecture on steroid use.
In other words, the President's defense about not meeting with Cindy Sheehan is the whiny new age pussy excuse of yuppies everywhere - a balanced life, exercise, moving on. (And let's not leave out the easy answer here, which is that Cindy Sheehan really can't go on with her life, let alone Casey.)
Meanwhile, outside the David Koresh-like compound Bush calls his vacation home, as more protesters gather with Cindy Sheehan, pro-Bush demonstrators are now part of the crowd, accusing Sheehan of being un-American. And monkeyfuck insane Michelle Malkin has made bashing Sheehan into her full-time job, although, you know, being monkeyfuck insane pretty much is Malkin's job. That and being the hot non-white conservative chick who oughta be scrawling on the rubber walls of Bedlam with her own shit.
Malkin said on Bill O'Reilly's Fox "News" show, "I can't imagine that Casey Sheehan would approve of such behavior, conduct, and rhetoric." Well, fuck, who really knows how Casey Sheehan might have felt. Even if he was rabidly pro-war before, he might have changed his mind after being gunned down.