1) Yes, we know the other guy shit the bed for seven-plus years. Being a “President Bush” means never being able to close the deal, we know that. And maybe it’s gotten so far out of hand that it can’t be done now. But that doesn’t mean you don’t still have to try. Mr. President, he’s still out there, and you’re still on the hook.
2) I realize that there are a lot of people out there who are shit-their-trousers scared. Oddly enough, they’re the ones shrieking loudest about Park51, or burning Korans, or ranting about how awful the “Ground Zero Mosk” is. And oddly enough, they’re also almost uniformly from somewhere other than DC or NYC. If you’re scared, and want to run hide in your hole, be my guest. But don’t think for a second you’re gonna drag me down there with you, because I ain’t Al-Qaeda’s bitch, and I ain’t scared, motherfuckers.
So what is it when you are shit your trousers scared of the shit-your-trousers-scared folks?
That’s when you try to put 2500 miles between you and them.
Problem is, eventually you run out of places to run…