The other day I received Bushspeak Volume 2: Fore More Years (Shout! Factory), and I wish I found it funny. When Jacob Weisberg came out with the book Bushisms in January 2001, I was amused in a superior way by Bush’s lack of facility with the language. But he’s not a bumbler, and not only has he embroiled us in a war that has cost trillions of dollars and countless lives, but he has also declared war on knowledge, war on science, war on the constitution, and war on us. There’s almost nothing I value that he and his administration haven’t challenged, so a CD that presents him a good ol’ boy who’s tongue trips him up is certainly out of step with where I am right now.

… and speaking of misspeaking, calling Benny Grunch and the Bunch Benny Bunch and the Grunch is misspeaking. Asking for two pickets to Titsburgh (as the joke goes) is misspeaking. Hillary Clinton declaring that she landed in Bosnia under sniper fire in 1996 is not misspeaking. How tied does your tongue have to be to have that come out when you mean to tell people that “Due to reports of snipers in the hills around the airstrip, we were forced to cut short an event on the tarmac with local children, though we did have time to meet them and their teachers and learn how hard they had worked during the war to continue classes in any safe spot they could find”? (From Clinton’s book, Living History)