apple and oranges

There is something to being stuck in the middle of America with no dime to your name but tons of country music on air. I munch rice crackers and pitty the fact that those two nice king sized beds won't get any loving tonight, what a waste of beauty and space. Oh well. So since there is absolutely NOTHING to do here around Cincinnati International airport or in this hotel I turn the TV on.
A while into zapping around I realize I haven't watched TV in ages.

The next thing I realize is that I haven't watched Bush enough on TV.

I am appalled.
I am apalled.
Gosh.
I am apalled.

I am truly astonished how this man can still be doing what he is doing. Doesn't he wake up at night, covered in cold sweat, treading the next public announcements he has to go through?
The painstakingly horrifying moments when a reporter asks a question that sounds so smart that all he said before just looks like horseshit next to it?
The cringing inside when the answer is so stupid and by the way not the right answer to that question....but merely a repetition of the previous said....an apple for the orange...

God Bless America.