It goes like this. You walk into the kitchen and see the cat, up on the counter, licking the butter that you had left out to soften.
The cat knows darn well you see him, but he does not stop licking.
The closer you get to the cat, and the louder you yell — the faster he licks.
He licks furiously, because he knows he's been caught, he knows you're going to fling him across the room the minute you get your hands on him — but what's the use of quitting licking before he absolutely has to?
Lick, lick, lick, lick, lick.
Very, very bad cat.
Well. That's George Bush in his remaining two years in office.
He's wrecking the Constitution as fast as he can, even though he knows we see him. The closer we get, the louder we yell...
Wreck, wreck, wreck, wreck, wreck.
Very, very bad president.
I feel a flinging coming on.