It's not a listing of all of your posts only some of the ones that you casually (lol) mention that you "am and engineer". I could do a search on pig vomit or one of your other over used invectives and come up with a bunch more.
Here is something you might be interested in. It is one of the first well written pieces that is totally unbiased about our beloved Junior Prez. Many not so well known facts here:
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Bush Would Be Nation's First Idiot Savant President
by Mac MacArthur
Special to AMPOL News Service
Saturday, Nov. 13, 1999 -- WASHINGTON, D.C. (AmpolNS) -- It had to happen!
We just knew that someone would send us a copy of the George DumbBellYou's transcripts from America's funniest Ivy League school, Yale.
Before we go into the details that Newsweek (owned by the Washington Post Clinton haters) seems to have left out of its story on BushBaby, let me talk a little bit about Yale itself.
Yale University is located in Connecticut, the bedroom of Wall Street. The average home in Greenwich costs more than you'll make in the next 50 years.
But Yale isn't in Greenwich. It's located in the middle of a slum, where some our nations poorest families witness -- on a daily basis -- punks like George W. riding to and fro from school in their Porsches, BMWs, and trendy new sports cars.
Of course when DumbBellYou stopped by at Yale for a few laughs on the way to a "successful" business career, he didn't drive a fancy car. If I know George Sr. and Babs the wife, they probably forced him to drive an old station wagon so he could "look poor," as they say in the ghetto.
This was but one pose DumbBellYou struck as he strode through the "Ivy-covered" witless babes who populate the nation's oldest retirement home for foppish conservative gay professors.
Yessirree -- life was good to Georgie, wasn't it?
I mean, look at his transcript: he scored a whopping 1196 on his SAT. Anyone could get into Yale with scores like that! Anybody.
His Prep School grade point average seems to have been a stunning 72, and it looks like it has been changed by hand on his college transcript! I bet DumbBellYou was pissed off that Yale made an "error" on his High School GPA and probably stormed into the Dean of Coddling Spoiled Rich Boys' office demanding a change from a humiliating 71 to a "gentlemanly" 72.
What, Dubya worry? Rare photo of George W. Bush Jr. engaged in rigorous academic activity at Yale University.
What I find most interesting is how he spent his time while going down the tubes at Yale. He seems not to have cared squat about it. During his Freshman year, he found time to play football and baseball. He continued the "jock" approach to academic excellence in his sophomore year and added the now famous Chairmanship of the Davenport Social Club ( which sounds like a lady's canasta weekly). He also rushed the infamous Delta Kappa Epsilon, best known for its lack of Jews and Blacks (especially back in 1964). He also went out from Davenport "B" Basketball and played baseball again -- but this time for Davenport, one of the "residential" colleges that compose Yale, not the university itself. He must have been so worried about his grades...
Granted, the BushBrat must have been traumatized by the fantasy homosexuality going on at his prep school, Andover, where his parents put him away make a "man" out of him. But he could have mustered at least a low B average in his sophomore year, don't you think? He was,after all, being groomed to become President of the United States by his weasel father who was just then worming his way into the CIA, slowly but surely, so he could copy all their files and blackmail the people in them to help him gain the oval office after Ronnie Reagan took off for Bel Air.
Like many Freshmen, BushBaby ended his first semester at Yale with a whopping 75 average. But he learned his lesson, and during the Spring of 1965 he put in grueling hours at the library bringing his GPA up by almost a full point -- for a an impressive 75.8!
I can't help but tell you a little secret about schools like Yale -- or any private schools that rely on endowments from wealthy graduates who like their names on buildings or trees. The secret is that their offspring, known to them as "issues due a legacy," never get grades much below 75 -- no matter how they perform in class!
In short, you are a gentleman and graded as such if you are the grandson of Prescott Bush, the Wall Street financier who helped Adolf Hitler kill a few million Jews, and the nephew of "Little" Prescott Bush, who most recently was caught financing Japanese crime lords during their visits to Manhattan to steal real estate in the 80s. Li'l Pressie said he didn't know these guys were "Yakuza," but if you've ever seen these guys, whom I simply adore and respect, by the way, you would know there was something up when they arrived at your office at 10 o'clock at night in an armored Range Rover, wearing Serenghetti mirrored sunglasses (matching, mind you!), color- coordinated Versace suits (black, of course!) and brown alligator Gucci Loafers (with solid gold buckles). You would also know who they were when they paid cash for the Chrysler Building....
Wouldn't you, Prescott?
Off the tangent and back to the brat.
BushBaby matured in his Junior year, but he not only continued to play football and baseball for Davenport, but basketball as well, and in 1966 he was the captain of the Davenport basketball team! Yet we only see pictures of him wearing that stupid Yale Baseball cap looking like a little "vahnce" as they say in Flatbush.
The brat's grades really improved. To be fair, so did mine in year three at my public university. Bush added rugby to his already overloaded extracurricular activities list in his Junior year, continued with the "Dekes" and with the Armour (as in Beef) Davenport Social Committee. He added "touch" football as well (which must have been a letdown from REAL football played for the social committee).
But his grades were up! And truly respectable, with an awesome 80.8 GPA. I would have been proud.
What happened? Well, a lot. He got into the groove, he became happier and -- even better than that -- he got invited to Skull & Bones, the creepy little stone edifice where supposed "leaders of the future" hang out, chanting to icons and playing with each other while glued to videotapes of Ann Margaret in "Bye Bye Birdie."
The truth is that Skull & Bones doesn't produce anything special. It's merely another way that sissy boys prove they are "powerful" men -- privileged men who invite the occasional minority into the club to prove they're "fair- minded." The truth is that any club -- even a boys' club at any Junior college -- will produce a similar ratio of business, political, judicial and diplomatic leaders... as long as their membership is made up of the sons of billionaires who have neither any idea nor care what they'll be doing in the future. Why bother to worry? The path to fame and fortune has already been paved by Daddy and sometimes even Mumsy.
But then again, there are no women in Skull & Bones.
The second semester of his Junior year proved exactly the same as the first. Anther 80.8 GPA! Did Bush Baby get a tutor? Did he have the clap and find himself "out of commission?" Who knows?
Well we do, but we can't tell because we promised our source we wouldn't. But let's just say that BushBaby wasn't always around to take his exams.
In his senior year The Brat decided that touch football was for "fags," and instead signed up for the Social Committee "tackle" football team where he became captain and was able to make full body contact with his foes rather than just slapping their asses in giggling triumph. He stayed in the Davenport Armour Council -- whatever that is -- and played "A" basketball for Davenport. Whew! That's a lot of sports for your senior year.
And -- uh-oh! -- even with the help of Skull's stolen (or lent by the Professors) exams, the BushBaby chose to take a gaggle of classes "Pass-Fail" to protect his already awesome GPA which now rounded out at a solid (but sadly mediocre) 76.9 going into graduation.
I suppose I've now bored you to death. I'm even bored by the prospect of having a beer-drinking, spoiled-brat, mediocre moron in the Oval Office. What I'd realy like to know is what Daddy's grades at Yale were! Was it GeorgeDaddy's or Barbara's chromosomes that "went wrong" in the mix?
If anyone can tell me what these items and observations on DumbBellYou's transcript mean, I would be most grateful:
The number 1908 on the right top corner -- is that his position at graduation?
Why did BushDaddy list his address as an apartment in Houston? Didn't he have enough money for a house?
Why did BushBaby take only one political science course and no international relations course?
Why did BushDaddy take the HERBERT out of BushBaby's name?
What do the Letters R/C mean on the top line, middle right of the page?
Did DumbBellYou actually have the nerve to take Advanced Placement exams in English, Math, Biology and Spanish -- or are those numbers under the top line indications of same Special Class exam results?
Did DumbBellYou pay someone to take his SAT? How do you score 1196 and barely make it through college?
Okay, enough. George W. Bush Jr. is simply your run-of-the-mill spoiled American brat and the child of a dysfunctional, sociopathic father who wants the world to love him and fear him even as he breaks into tears, on camera, over and over again for no apparent reason.
With that in mind, who can blame the Shrub for a mediocre life?
I cannot. But now that BushBaby has owned up to the fact that the transcript is indeed his, I can tell him: "Hey George W. -- stick with the governorship -- that was a miracle in itself."
american-politics.com
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