Michelle Kaplan

Yes, it was just a slip of the tongue, but it may has well have been the shot heard round the world. In a semi-private moment George Bush, while lunching in St. Petersburg at the Group of Eight summit was just shooting the shit with British Prime Minister Tony Blair and then somehow World War 3, or 4 (depending what party you ask) broke out. Most career politicians know to keep the naughty words in check when they’re at a summit that’s being so closely covered by the media. Let’s face it, since the topic of the summit was the Hell breaking out in the Middle East like locusts and frogs and not how to keep Howard Stern from talking about his penis, who the fuck was even thinking about profanity?

But there it was, out there like a purple camel in the desert, the word that could upon being spoken bring down the insurgents and make the infidels spontaneously combust – Shit!

Ironically it was just a few months ago when the President signed an amendment to stiffen penalties about profanity that may be broadcast to our virgin ears, the Broadcast Decency Enforcement Act. Upping the ante from $32,500 per violation to $325,000, wholly Shit. Please FCC, oh wise ones, please protect us from all this Shit.

However the President did make this statement as he signed over more of our rights to make our own claims on what we may deem indecent.
“The best way to do that is for parents to be vigilant, pay attention to what their children are doing. One thing they can do if they’re worried about people watching a bad program is turn off the TV. That’s why they put the “on”-”off” button there.” – George Bush

Really, what the Fuck!
Can the American parent really handle this kind of decision-making?

After all, these are the people that upon hearing the news about the President’s little accident, made it the topic of water cooler discussions. It brings back memories of Bevis and Butthead, remember when they used to say stuff like, “AHH, she said, Bangkok.”
Duh.
On top of all this is that the President is handing out accolades like freaking lollipops to Congress, who he said, worked hard to get this bill passed. Could someone tell these people on the hill that there’s a war going on and we’re topping our tanks off at over three bucks a gallon. This reeks of his dad’s flag burning issue in the early 1990’s. Harry Houdini may have been the master of misdirection, but these two have their own three-ring circus going on.
OK, so it’s out there, the President has a potty mouth. The only just punishment would be to call his mommy.
I think it may go something like this: First she hears the reports on CNN that her son used the “S” word – and in public no less.

Now, the shit really hits the fan. Barbara jumps aboard Air Force 2, her destination St. Petersburg, Russia. Armed with a fucking bar of soap to do what every good upstanding American mom threatens to do. And standing at the door to the G8 summit you won’t be hearing her calling him Mr. President…she may have done that, privately, with George senior, but hey, what happens in the fucking White House, stays in the fucking White House.

Or maybe, just maybe, it doesn’t. So let that be a lesson to the George Bush, even when you are the president, you can’t get away with any shit.