Tuesday, June 19, 2007


Living in paradise comes with a hefty price: you've got to pass through that Enron-spawning hellhole known as Houston in order to get here. Give me two hours in pitching turbulance over one hour at Bush International Airport any day.

So yesterday I arrive at a different terminal than usual, and saw for the first time the eight-foot statue of George Bush the Less Incompetent. Is this not the swishiest statue of any American president in history, including the stockings-and-powdered-wig-wearing ones? No wonder his son prances around in a crotch-hugging flight suit. How did a statue like this get erected while the guy is still alive?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Golly gee, missed that on my Houston runs but who has time when the TSA kids use it up by swabbing your (empty) change purse and jewelry with those acne pads?

Btw, I wouldn't be surprised if daddy "accidentally" gets toppled and Lil Bush gets his own likeness (in that flight suit)installed on the spot (along w a renaming of the terminal). He is the Erector, I think.