There was no question that Bush wasn’t going to be hurt.
This was reminiscent of those who use pies. Less flavorful.
This reminds me of Rick Springer, who smashed Ronald Reagan’s award in 1995.
That event became a representation of how authority gets constructed.
Bush is used to having people around him who say they like him. He was hoping for approval. Instead, the Iraqi version, of Kiss My Ass.
No respect.
The Divine Latitude 