Fearless Leader, Part II

George W. Bush's staff all hate his fucking guts.

Seriously.

How do I know? Easy.

In every job I've had, one of the top tasks I had, explicit or not, was to make my boss look good. Everyone has that same duty. You make your boss look good. He or she looks good to his or her boss. Everyone gets paid. Everyone continues to get paid. That's how it works.

But W. Boy, they hate him.

W has been on television and the radio for six years saying, "noo-q-lar" instead of "noo-clee-ar."

His staff obviously have not clued him in that he sounds like a dumbass Texas dipshit when he says that. (Even my father, an ardent Repub who still believes there were weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, even though the administration acknowledged there weren't, is annoyed by "noo-q-lar.")

See, if W's staff gave even the smallest shit about how W is perceived, someone would pull him aside and say, "Mr. President, dude, it's nuclear."

And he'd change it because he seems desperately not to want to be seen as the dumbass he is.

But no one's done it. No one will fix this one small-yet-enormous thing.

They hate his fucking guts.

Other possibility: They have told him, and he got shitty and told them to go fuck themselves.

Either way, he really is the dumbass he appears to be.