Dubya puts his thumb in it
Oh, George, to your many critics you didn’t sound that much more coherent after drying-out and freeing yourself from your two best friends until the age of 40 — Bourbon and 7-UP.
The memoir starts in alcoholism and ends, literally, in dog shit — along the way we get 9/11, Iraq, Hurricane Katrina and the financial meltdown — but there is no admission of mistakes and precious little sense of the real George.
