Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Every Day Is "Fear For My Son's Life" Day!
There comes a point where you have to wonder if Bush even thinks before he opens his mouth, or if he even thinks about what others have to go through. I've got to say, though, the evidence keeps coming up negative:
Gold Star Mothers, got you, okay, thank you -- Blue Star Mothers, Gold Star Mothers, all the mothers, yes. (Applause.) Every day is Mother's Day as far as your concerned, isn't it?
See, now, when it's time for Mother's Day around the Cognito Compound, my mother usually expects some gifts, the rest of her family taking care of the chores for her, and maybe a nice lunch or dinner out.
She doesn't wait around, fearing the news that one of her sons has been killed by an IED, or that he's been wounded in action and is coming back to insufficient medical care.
What the hell goes through this man's head?
Gold Star Mothers, got you, okay, thank you -- Blue Star Mothers, Gold Star Mothers, all the mothers, yes. (Applause.) Every day is Mother's Day as far as your concerned, isn't it?
See, now, when it's time for Mother's Day around the Cognito Compound, my mother usually expects some gifts, the rest of her family taking care of the chores for her, and maybe a nice lunch or dinner out.
She doesn't wait around, fearing the news that one of her sons has been killed by an IED, or that he's been wounded in action and is coming back to insufficient medical care.
What the hell goes through this man's head?
