Bad bad birthday

... Mr. President! The world's No 1 war criminal – George W. Bush – turns 61 today. All peace loving peoples and all Americans who still have left an ounce of decency can only wish the president a very very bad birthday. (The Guardian: Congress and Libby give Bush the birthday blues)

It seems he is getting the message. The situation in Iraq is getting worse every day. The surge isn't working and even Republican senators don't want to wait till September to be told the inevitable – that no, because the Iraqi government didn't do its job, the surge didn't work.

Bush can only stick to his disastrous and criminal strategy – like a burned-out potato stuck to the bottom of the pot – because reversing course now, when everybody can clearly see the catastrophe, will not win him any points. Like a black fly who cannot extricate its legs from a mighty piece of shit, Bush is contemplating about his place in history and how future historians will rate him. His place is already reserved before he steps down: the worst president the U.S. has ever had in its entire history – period.

The leader of the 'free and the brave' remains holed up in the White House, at Camp David or Kennebunkport – too afraid to go to a restaurant in Washington D.C. because of the hostile attitude from the American people. He has lost all trust and all capability to govern except as a dictator trampling underfoot the constitution of the United States.

We wish you a bad bad birthday, Mr President.