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Originally published on my main site: life inchoate

Yesterday, in a discussion with the press, President Bush threw a slight temper tantrum. He stated,

“I hear the voices and I read the front page and I hear the speculation. But I’m the decider, and I decide what’s best.”

Okay, first of all, he’s finally admitting that he hears those little voices.

DUDE…that’s an illness. Get some serious help. I mean, really.  I can forgive Bush if he’s hearing voices and acting on his illness. But he can’t be president anymore.

Time to get out.

And “the decider”??? What the heck?

Okay, my seven-year-old niece doesn’t even say, “I’m the decider and I decide.” No, she says, “I’m the leader and I choose.”

That sounds more like a young kid throwing a tantrum than it does the President of a nation. But, then again, we’ve never had a President quite like Bush, have we? Maybe he is a big five-year-old….ala Tom Hanks in Big. Huh.

Seriously, though. “I’m the decider.”

I was in my car, listening to that, and laughed all the way home.