Better late than never

I am really late to this party – Martha Plimpton in 200 Cigarettes , late-to-her-own-party - late. But damnit, I have to say to Jim Webb – You should have slugged the aWol sonuvabitch.

Everyone, I am sure, knows by now that Jim Webb wanted to hang one on the chin of Dubya. At a White House reception for the newly elected congress, Webb made an effort to avoid the president, even going so far as to skip the receiving line, but eventually ran out of luck and had to talk to the sonuvabitch.

Bush is a smarmy fucking rich-kid bully, and he uses the tactics of the smarmy rich-kid bully. He shows no class, he just shows his ass. Everyone knows Senator-elect Webb has a son who is a Marine serving in Iraq right now. Bush asked him “How’s your boy?” and Webb responded “Well, I’d sure like to get him out of Iraq.” Bush snapped back “That’s not want I asked you. I asked how your boy is.” And Webb responded “Mr. President, that’s between me and my boy.” (Personally, had I been speaking for Jim Webb, he would have said something like “I wish he was enjoying the nightlife of Argentina instead of Baghdad, but oh well…some are privileged to serve; while some are too privileged to serve, like your Brats of Privilege™, Mr. President.”)

Of course, loyal GOP waterboy George Will edited his own papers reporters and omitted part of the exchange and tried to make Webb look like the asshole who fired first, called him a "boor" who should have observed social graces, and it backfired. A thousand comments were registered to the WaPo website, almost all taking Will to the woodshed. Milhouse got a Wedgie from the readers, that’s for damned sure.

Anyway, Jim, if you ever do clock the sonuvabitch, I’m good for a hundred bucks bail money.