Anybody watching, reading or listening to Bush's speech to the UN had to be wondering what the man could possibly be thinking. Well, everyone except for his personal gaggle of Kool-Aid drinkers, who would say he was "brilliant" if he soiled himself in public.
This is the U.N. This is Clown-boy's last chance to get some international cooperation to help with what has become a gigantic disaster. This is his last chance to actully behave like a leader instead of a bully. This is his final opportunity to redeem something decent from the ashes.
What does he do? He gives them a campaign speech. The United-Frigging-Nations.
He actually looked the UN in the eye and pretended that Iraq was just rosy. As though they didn't know any better.
He refused to admit making any mistakes when talking to a roomful of people whom he has gone out of his way to antagonize, and who are suffering from his mistakes. He scolded them. For being right. What they said about Iraq turned out to be true. What he said turned out to be false.
And he and his minions seem to be the only ones in the world who don't know it.
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