Silly Bush loses his “mind”
Word is that Karl Rove finally tired of being the butt of best buddy Bush’s jovial jabs. “Turd blossom” was tolerated, but being called “my own personal Capitol Rotunda” is said to have been the last straw that Karl could gracefully take on his dromedary hump. He will join Tony “my personal snowball” (said to be on the way out too) in leaving the center ring of Bush’s increasingly lunatic circus.
So it ends, with the briefest “blink and you miss it” hug (I think Putin got more hug time) and a lightening quick presidential “pat – pat” on the back.