So I’m watching the local news morning show today and they are interviewing Doro Bush Koch about her book
My Father, My President: A Personal Account of the Life of George H.W. Bush.With one of those practiced sincere faces she actually said “He is the Master of the Small Gesture.”
Well, You gentrified fucking lunatic family of self-possessed low-rent royalty snots. I believe people of GHWB’s wealth, privilege and power should not be in the business of making Scrooge-ass, tightwad small gestures. I believe that someone like Al Gore puts Your phoney grace to shame with his Grand gesture of paying for and riding a plane full of supplies to help the stranded people of New Orleans.
What did the etiquette-drop-out family do during the Katrina debacle? Well, we all know Little Lord Pissypants ate cake, licked his fingers and strummed a guitar poorly. We all know Babs took a 50 gallon barrel of hand-sanitizer and mingled with the unwashed in Houston only to insult them in her uncultured, boorish, hostile manner. But, where was the Master Poppy? Perhaps eating beanie weenies and swilling Gallo wine with his golfing buddies, comparing notes about how to Privatize and Profit off of the Horror and Misery that is the declining Empire formally known as The United States of America?
I am sick and tired of every last one in Your Clan, Doro. (What the fuck kind of name is that anyway? Looks like some extinct bird.) The Tribe of Bush has an astounding sense of entitlement, monstrous lack of humility, sheer astronomical callousness and a depraved greed unseen in America.
Here's a small gesture for You.