Lame Duckling Weds

Jenna Bush (who I realized while looking for this photo you could ridiculously easily find upskirt photos of) married her longtime boyfriend Henry Hager (who works in energy! How novel!) this weekend, bringing a lone spot of happiness to the current unelected Chief Executive's  otherwise abysmally torturous existence.  I can only hope.  As the realization that he is not the end times President dawns on him, he struggles like a half-insane animal in a trap, chewing at it's own once-familiar damaged tendons and ragged leg meat, making a vain attempt to free himself from his ever-spreading quagmire of bullshit and bad decisions, and create something that looks kind of like the goodwill he squandered after 9/11, and leave behind something that's more akin to a legacy, and looks less like a stain on this country's history.  When the end of times is not approaching with the speed prophecy seemed to imply, it necessitates sudden planning for the future.  A bummer to be sure when planning is never something you've even attempted, much less shown any aptitude for.

Jenna, known as the one who looks more like her dad, opted to marry on the ranch in Crawford, instead of having a big public Rose Garden soiree, but I'm going to guess still consumed a shitload of potential economic stimulus doing it.  Apparently, the environment of Crawford is more conducive to the huge cocaine blowout a Bush reception would most assuredly degenerate into, and it keeps them from having to equalize Cheney's exterior body temperature, since Texas is closer to Hell, where Dick is originally from.  Dick's body temperature is normally equalized to his surroundings using a complex robotic exoskeleton maintained by trolls.  In this way, everyone can be happy - except for those of us flashing forward to another fucking Bush someday running for - and eventually stealing - an office.

In other Monkeyface-related news, Oliver Stone has apparently been given a greenlight on "W," the funny little movie about the current occupant of the Oval Office.  Seen as more of a comedy, it will simultaneously explore the humorous moments; the bumblings and the fumblings, the idiocy and the silliness, while also delving into more serious matters and finally answering the question - Dubya: is he an Idiot Man-Child with a streak of pure black evil, like the fifth grader with low marks who got body hair before everyone else, and so takes out his frustrations on, in this case, Earth, or Sadistically Evil Fucker pretending to be a clown, like some sort of twisted mad Pagliacci with a Tommy gun concealed under his floppy motley togs and weeping through the second act when he suddenly kills not only those he loves, but everyone in the house as they applaud the farce.  A cast list can be found here, though it is believed that CGI will inevitably be used to render the monster Dick Cheney, since living actors can't make faces like he does without the aid of minor surgery which often consists something pointy speedily rammed edgewise into their rectum. 

This is known as "method."