I hate to say “I told you so.”
But I told you so.
As Edward G. Robinson intoned so memorably in one of the greatest movies of all time, The Ten Commandments:
Where’s your messiah now?
President Bush has got to be counting his lucky stars that the event that ripped away his last shred of credibility came in the form of a natural disaster, and not a terrorist attack. Imagine if those images of him eating cake with John McCain and playing the guitar were taken while people burned alive after a nuclear explosion. I wonder if he would be sleeping in the White House tonight.