Too Tired for Outrage

So, here’s the deal. This week­end I’m going to a party for a spe­cial friend of mine. What kind of party, you ask. Is it a birth­day, an anniver­sary, a grad­u­a­tion? No, the party that I’m going to is so that we can col­lect sup­plies to send to her brother’s Army unit in Afghanistan. Read that last sen­tence again. We’re gath­er­ing sup­plies to send to an Army unit. Not the sort of care pack­ages that would have been sent in ear­lier con­flicts; you know, home baked treats, lux­ury items that aren’t avail­able there…porn. No, we’re gath­er­ing soap and toi­let paper.

Toilet!

Fucking!

Paper!

And yet the President can get on cam­era; and with a straight face claim that call­ing for the return of our brave men and women to their homes is some­how not sup­port­ing the troops. Let me ask you this Mr. Bush, how many rolls of that Whitehouse TP will you be donating.