We are apparently fighting the nonsense at home so we don’t have to fight it abroad. What I mean to say is, when do we get to stop writing, over and over, the same story? Yep: the Bush-child has given himself, you guessed it, even more power!

New York Times: "…Mr. Bush said that each [executive branch] agency must have a regulatory policy office run by a political appointee, to supervise the development of rules and documents providing guidance to regulated industries. The White House will thus have a gatekeeper in each agency to analyze the costs and the benefits of new rules and to make sure the agencies carry out the president’s priorities. … This strengthens the hand of the White House in shaping rules that have, in the past, often been generated by civil servants and scientific experts. … The White House said the executive order was not meant to rein in any one agency."

Of course it wasn’t meant to rein in "any one agency." It was meant to rein them all in. Basically, it works this way–

Scientific expert: Asbestos is bad. People shouldn’t breathe it.

Bush political appointee: Liberal! No money for you.

It’s definitely morning in America. I’ve been thinking, and I think the next Bush executive order ought to be that we all have Bush political appointees in place as "gatekeepers" for, well, everything. Imagine the warm, pleasant breakfast conversations you could have with your very own Bush appointee safely installed in the spare bedroom. Or better yet, your own bedroom!

"Gonna go out today and vote for a Democrat, hot shot? Let’s talk about the costs and benefits of that," he (they’d all be he) would say.

And I would say, " No, dillweed. Today I’m gonna go vote for Lyndon Larouche so I can live on Mars with the Jehovah’s Witness Hot Pants Club."

And he would say, "Woah, there, big fella! You’re aiding and comforting the enemy!"

And I wouldn’t say anything else, because it would be black hood and Cuban hoosegow for me and all my non-Republican pals. Yep, we’re fightin’ ’em there so we don’t have to fight ’em here.