...It is apparently Dubya's birthday today. *throws explosive nukular confetti* Happy fucking birthday, country-wrecker. I'm rather tempted to send him a card with anthrax in it, but he probably wouldn't open it, being illiterate and all.
But hey, maybe we should give the birthday boy the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he'll celebrate his birthday hobbit-style and give us presents. In that case, can we have our fucking country back now?