If Bush cannot spend a weekend at the Crawford ranch riding his bike, cutting down trees, or stroking horses, he’s hiding away at Camp David, Maryland. That’s the place where he was recently riding his bike when the small plane flew into DC airspace and the Secret Service evacuated the White House, the Capital, the Supremem Court, and several other federal buildings. The Secret Service did not bother to tell Bush about the possible “attack”, since they were afraid Dubya would fall off his bike when the fear hit him—which would only provide another silly “pretzel incident” type of bruise on his face.

Bush is afraid to live in Washington, DC, he’s afraid to face his critics, he was afraid to finish his National Guard duty (which his dad got him into because he was afraid to go to Vietnam). Bush is a tiny little coward of a man.