No, I'm "Canadian" and Other Friday Messes

About once every six hours or so, President Bush makes me feel embarrassed to live in his America. And since my ever-less-restful sleep periods are usually bookended by The Daily Show/Colbert Report and Morning Edition, I get to enjoy a full day of cynicism and mindfuckery. Try it.

Case in point, last night's TDS featured a clip of a seven-year-old boy asking Dubya, "What can I do to help you in the War on Terror?" And this dawn's Morning Edition featured a piece on Bush's latest visit to the Katrina-smashed Gulf Coast, but just the unflooded parts far from the protestors. The piece included this gem from Dubya's remarks at a Catholic high school:

Sometimes hurricanes go through, and you know, there's a home and a structure, and maybe put a roof on or do something. Not here. Our citizens gotta know that when this hurricane went through, it just obliterated everything. It just flattened it.

As an enjoyer of multiple hurricanes, I feel a responsibility to put on the record that I never heard of one that damaged one or two buildings. I think this Texan is confusing hurricanes and tornadoes. Which is sad.

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Praise for Adam Riff: "Spike TV is like a parent who tries desperately to be cool."

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Praise for Randy McMichael: He may be a wife-beating dick, but he knows poison when he smells it. Poison, thy name is "Terrell," accent on the first syllable, like "terrorist" or "terrible."

Not so sure how I feel about the Saints returning to the Superdome, America's great horror house of  disease, starvation, savagery, violence, and death. Although the in-game poltergeist activity might spice up some of those mid-season interconference games.

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Praise to Fauxy Heather for choosing not to sexually pursue the angry subway gamer.