Thank You, Mr. President. Seriously.

Seriously? I guess it should really be no surprise to anyone who’s been sort of vaguely sentient for the past 6 or 7 years that the Bush administration is not simply peopled by idiots, they are dangerous idiots who for whatever reason are completely unwilling to any portion of government un-tampered-with. It infuriates me to no end, although scenarios such as this, where Surgeons General (yes, plural) come forward to tell of political pressures overweighing science, sure do make me feel a little more justified.

Not that these things seem to do much good, of course. The democrats are hardly much better than the republicans; I would place them in the same self-interested cage for the most part. Bush just happened to epitomize most of the bad-dream scenarios of the presidency.

Seriously, though. When can we have somebody else? Anybody else. I’ll take Swarzenegger over W any day of the week. We can pass amendments mandating leg presses and bench press for the pledge of allegiance. It’s a sad day when our president’s speaking skills are dwarfed by a man who’s primary claim to fame is imitating robots…badly.