Once again no child of the media stood up and insisted " the emperor has no clothes."

The whole time I watched Busholini's "speech" last night I kept wishing I had a big basket of those "Hollywood" stage bricks they use in movies parked next to me so I could do the Elvis thang on my TV without having to trudge down to Sears tomorrow and pick out a more expensive one.

I'm starting to notice that the importance of the speeches to the media are inversely proportional to the amount of make-up they wear. Tonight, much like the time honored Homeland Security Color coded "Bush is losing points on his popularity meter" Death threat indicator, they all were wearing the "Orange" Alert Make-up. ALL of them. It's particularly frightening to see when they lather it on the really old guys and forget to slap some on the Turkey Necks and Wattles UNDER their faces.. just watch, be ready to scream when you see it the next time, real horrorshow.

You'll be doubting whether the color guns on your tube are all firing correctly until Aaron Orange Brown raises his hand to rub his chin and look all thoughtful (really hard to do when his eyes are darting back and forth as he READS his own thoughts) and you see the CORRECT human skin tone of that hand. We are talking Halloween Orange folks.

But it should be a while before we have another Orange Makeup Alert, because Drunky The Chimp only gives "press conferences" every leap year and it's been so long between them that he forgets all the reporter's names (even though he supposedly has nicknamed them all) and has to be given a LIST to check off as he goes. I was surprised he didn't have a sharpie pen duck-taped to a string at the podium so he could mark them off as he called on them, especially since he's such a classy guy.

I expected to hear the names reeled off by The Naked Emperor like Santa's reindeer or the Seven Dwarves : "Stretch," "Bimbo," "Blondie," "Hairspray," "Dippy," "Fishy," "Dunno," and "Throw me a softball".

The last time I saw something this horribly staged was my 9 year old's X-mas play with barely any props held on a gymnasium floor. At least that had some X-mas cheer.

The Idiot even admitted it was scripted in his own words while it was in progress and made a joke (lots of chortles and face screwing like a used car dealer) to the "Hey Black lady - be like the do I pray or have a Soul Question I can answer - your job depends on it" with "Did I catch you unawares? A Cold Call?"

Laughs all around on that one. As in "Aren't we all having fun cowtowing to a complete moron and giving him veracity to ignorant people so that he can kill their sons and daughters just because he keeps saying the same thing over and over and we never call him on it because we won't have a job next week!" kind if fun.

A few times it got really interesting as there were actual Alzheimer moments like Reagan used to have. Like when RayGun was waving at his wife Nancy "bone woman" because she couldn't make it and was there in spirit on a 50 foot screen behind Ronnie He hardly Knew ya and he was waving deleriously happy saying, "Hi Mommy!" over and over.

Those precious moments when you realize that you could take all the acid in the world and never see this kind of stuff. Reality IS precious. Much more fun than drugs.

Speaking of drugs, many people are wondering just what kind of "trank cocktail" Bush is ON lately. Some say Prozac but I know people on Prozac and they really aren't all that different. Bush's daddy was on Halcyon and apparently was seeing "Giant Methodist Spiders" according to one report. I wonder what Bush the Lesser is seeing and who is booting this guy up and using an egg timer to control whatever conscionseness is left in that hollow head?

It's hard to tell as his eyes are congenitally crossed already, he looks like he was made from the parts of "leftover nerds" as Truimph the Wonder dog has said before at a Star Wars geek parade. It's got to be some serious speedball he's doing. He speeds up and s l o w s down like he's riding a roller coaster in his skull. The only times you see the light come on in there is when someone mentions god or death. He says MURDER quite well and is thrilled, and I think he actually talks to Jesus. Some mutant Jesus that you might find in the south where Jesus would have had an easy rider rifle rack in his pickup with AK-47 automatics for those sinners that won't work cheap jobs and think that brown people are, well.. people.

He kept making lazy circles in the sky with his logic. Same old crap he's been saying and has been crammed down our throats for two years by his media buds. "Ignorance is strength." "Resistance is useless." "War is Peace." "I am the President." Oxymoronic tripe and more from another sloaganbreather who doesn't even have the dorky FatherLand eminence of Reagan. "Swore to protect the american people." What, like on 911? Yeah, he's a real winner this one. And of course he kept pounding that bit of propaganda they love to use to push those buttons, that 911 involved Hussein somehow. NOPE. Nearly ALL Saudi Arabians, your PALS Herr Bush.

I kept looking for the cable running up the pant leg but the camera didn't tarry there enough. It felt a lot like someone had stolen the robot from the Disney Hall of Presidents and taught it to walk to a podium and back. In between it was questioned by the other Robots from the Disney Hall of Reporters. All operating from the same computer feed.

It's so sad to think that people like Bush with cronies like Ashcroft have made movies like "Footloose"  visionary, and former vice presidents like Quayle are now the equivalent of Gore Vidal.

Bush didn't say anything, not really. The best part of course was the obligatory "Fawning of the Press" over the creature they have created. On Larry King one of the Senators was really proud of not having someone up there on the podium "flinching and twitching" which is ALL I saw from pResident McCokespoon. Must have been the drugs wearing off, which would signal, of course the "End of the 'press' conference".

Please, god, if there is a god at all and I seriously doubt it at this point, except for the fact that Chump hasn't YET let loose the strength and fury of our military might against an enemy that is pathetic and mostly disarmed. Thank the same god that North Korea as Drunky put it is a "local problem" since he can only successfully NUKE Japan and California and that Saddam shouldn't be controlled by his "Neighbors" either. Did anyone else have the Mr Rogers theme run through their heads at the many mentions of the word "neighbors"? My wife and I started singing it at the same time... that and "I WANNA BE SEDATED" by the Ramones in honor of Blinky the CIC of the entire US of A.

We demand to know what Bush was ON last night. What drug was it and who administered it and why can't I have some of it? I'm the one that has to watch the end of the world and I should have access to the same stuff that Bush uses when he talks to the faces in the wallpaper about how many people pray for him.

And this is what I pray for:

Mr Bush (and I use the term Mister loosely as you are never going to gain my respect unless you do one thing), PLEASE, for the good of the Nation, in honor of everything Our ForeFathers fought and bled and died for, PLEASE RESIGN. PLEASE STEP DOWN.

Save our country, show some class and leave the office you are squatting in. Have an epiphany, realise you are harming the universe, the country, our children, our environment, our collective psyches, just about everything held dear by humanity across the entire WORLD and RESIGN.

You will not believe the relief you will feel, no more pressure, and crowds of people, literally MILLIONS of americans will TRULY LOVE YOU for it. They will cheer and thank you and bless your name. I will personally arrange parades, Hollywood will fill your time with roles on TV and in movies, and doves will come and take your turds away just like they do for Jesus himself.

You don't have to kill anyone and you'll still have plenty of money, enough to keep your kids drunk for the rest of their and their grandkids lives. You can hang out and get buzzed with your girls, lots of quality time for the whole family.

Do the right thing, you won't regret it and neither will we.

YOU will be A HERO and go down in the history books, and the press will love it better than any war!

It's not too late. Start the process today. The real love starts the minute you do.

Oh, and one little thing? Fire all of your staff and jail them for crimes against humanity on your way out.

Symbolman at Take Back the Media.