Much will be made of the s-bomb W dropped today. It's already being called unpresidential. Me, I don't care so much about the profanity. Want unpresidential? How about the way W rudely and dismissively interrupts the British Prime Minister, a man who could slay W from 50 yards with the power of his brain waves? Here's a thought: quit running your hole and listen to someone who knows more than you.
And don't even get me started on how he talked while chewing, smacking his lips like a hooker blowing bubbles in front of a five-and-dime. That cracker must have looked to Blair like dirty clothes in a front-load washing machine.