I feel sorry for former President George W. Bush. I know, I know. It’s hard to feel sorry for someone who got us into an unnecessary war, trampled on the constitution he swore to defend and managed to screw up our standing on the world stage. But I do.
He’s reminded on a daily basis on how badly he screwed things up. He’s reminded on a daily basis how wildly popular his successor is. And his former cheerleaders are wasting no time throwing him under the bus and distancing themselves from him. Even the revisionist historians have given up on him. President Truman said: “If you want a friend in Washington, get a dog.” W. needed two.
The reality is that W. was duped. He was born on third base and thought he hit a triple. When Ann Richards said of his father: “Poor George. He can’t help it – he was born with a silver foot in his mouth.” little did she know how prescient she was. W. was set up, propped up and screwed up.
He was a victim of the Peter Principle:
or possibly the Dilbert Principle:
all gone bad.