Bush’s Approval Remains Ridiculously High In Viriginia
by tristero
Representative Tom Davis told Mr. Bush that the president’s approval rating was at 5 percent in one section of his northern Virginia district.
So… You’re driving along the streets in Tom Davis’ district, enjoying the scenery of what I’m sure’s a lovely place – Tom’s district includes Mt. Vernon, after all. There’s an all-day Stevie Ray Vaughan festival on the radio and you – why, you’re feeling just completely safe. Traffic’s moderate, not so bad. Coming your way down the other lane are, I dunno, something like 10 cars a minute. In other words:
Five drivers are hurtling your way every ten minutes that are so batshit crazy they actually approve of George W. Bush. Five drivers every ten minutes who can’t (or won’t) meet the most basic requirements of consensual reality – such as evaluating the performance of the worst president ever, let alone agreeing to drive on the right side of road! Five drivers every ten minutes whose cognitive and moral judgment is so impaired they might create a head-on collision just for kicks.
Get it? When you actually think about what those stats mean – that people who still think well of Bush are actually behind the wheels of cars, capable of doing godknowswhat for no sane reason at all… well, all of a sudden, that 5% percent approval rate seems dangerously, unacceptably high, doesn’t it, now? And let’s not forget that nationwide, Bush is at 28% approval. Nearly 1/3 of this country – voters, anyway – think Bush is more than alright with them…
The world is a very scary place indeed.
[NOTE: Some of you may be thinking, “But look on the bright side! Five percent is mighty low, you know!” Grrr… On the internet no one knows you’re a dog. Or being sarcastic.
Some of the more musically knowledgeable amongst you may have noticed that “feeling safe” is not exactly congruent with an all-day Stevie Ray Vaughan festival, given how he died (and far too early, my God, what a great musician he was). That, of course, was purely intentional and is called “foreshadowing.” Here at Hullabaloo, it’s not exactly Proust I’ll admit, but we are trying, after all, to give you a well-wrought literary experience. Sometimes very trying. ]