And fuck those scouts. Who cares?
The Fixer breaks it down:
BOWLING GREEN, Va. — The Boy Scouts marched onto the field singing, plopping down in the grass to wait for President Bush. But hours later, the news that Bush couldn’t make it was drowned out by sirens and shouts as hundreds fell ill because of the blistering heat.
About 300 people, most of them Scouts, suffered from dehydration, fatigue and lightheadedness Wednesday just days after four Scout leaders were killed at the national Jamboree while pitching a tent beneath a power line.
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Nice. Left ’em twisting in the wind for hours while you made up your mind, didja? Wasn’t like you were heading across the country, was it? Didn’t even have to fire up Air Force One. Could have done it with six Suburbans.
I left this in the comments over at The Alternative Brain:
He was afraid of THUNDER? I have a dog like that, but y’know, he’s got an IQ of about 40.
C’mon, the Commander in Chief couldn’t get out in the rain a little? What, does he have a hairpiece of something?
Wasn’t getting out in the rain at Central Park the thing that revived Diana Ross’ career? She’s got more stones that President Flight Suit?