Well, I dreamt that come 2008, I would never need to hear from him again. The monkey would retire to his Texas ranch to hang his head in shame, but unfortunately this is not the case. George II, alternately known as the monkey, has reached a new level of likeness to his namesake. Throwing shit to get someone, anyone, to pay attention to his new book, Decision Points. The most bizarre piece flung thus far is a story of how his mother, former first lady Barbara Bush, by carrying her own miscarried fetus in a jar, turned him into an anti-choice advocate for life (pun intended).
Now, how does this relate to a book defending declaration of war in a historically impossible to conquer region and the wrong country…?
More puzzling, how did Ms. Bush get ahold of said fetus? Was it suspended in formaldehyde? Dangling at the bottom? How disturbing are we talking? Is that not a biohazard?
Also peculiar, why would a vocal pro-choice person like Barbara scar her children like this? Really, why would anyone? It’s complicated enough explaining where babies come from in the first place.
The evidence is extremely bare, and as a woman of science, I refuse to make unfounded assumptions. But I leave you with my research questions and a hypothesis: The monkey is flinging shit again.