We moved to AZ back in 1991, at the zenith of Papa Bush’s economic ‘achievement’.  I was out of work, and we came here and stayed with relatives while I searched the dry desert of the Bush economy for a job that was more elusive than a drink from an artesian spring in the Sanoran desert.   

  

I recall traveling to Phoenix in a caravan of vehicles headed up by the largest of  the Hertz rental trucks hauling our Honda on a trailer, followed by my brother-in-law’ vehicle and with our Nissan Stanza Wagon packed to the gills bringing up the rear.  I felt like a turtle carrying my life on my back.  And our three dogs.

  

We met other Americans going the other way with similar caravans.  That was scary.  I mentioned that we were seeing Bush’s American on the move.  We had packed up and headed for Phoenix because my father-in-law had read in the Arizona Republican that the economic desolation across the nation had not affected Phoenix – there were plenty of jobs available. 

  

They were right, but all those jobs had employees in them.  This had to be an article planted by the @*&%@@ Chamber of Commerce.  We fell for it, partly because there was no option in the Godfather Bush’s economy.  He subsequently called the Republican and they brushed it off with the statement that they just print what the get.

 

The Bush Crime Family Godfather was completely out of touch with his American constituency on the move.  We were a bit nonplussed by the stream of obvious job seekers on the road coming from where we were going to find a job.  Poppy Bush admonished us all to just go out and buy a house to get the economy rolling again.  Unfortunately we lived off-world on a planet where we were fortunate to have the wherewithal to take a chance and move to what we thought was a better job market.  

 

And we were a Hell of a lot better off than many Americans at that.  Bush and his kind could not imagine our situation – just buy a house indeed.  Of course this spoiled brat bully in the Oval Office today is a chip off the old block in that sense.  Not a clue, not a cluuuuuuue!!

  

Our destination was our relatives where we had to take refuge until the Bush Economy blew over.  I won’t go into the trials we went through here in the desert over the next nine months, but it was very painful. 

  

Our relatives had four dogs and we had three.  The back yard was occupied by a pool, and the pooch poop piled up rather fast in the small grassy area.  Part of my contribution to the communal situation was to keep the poop scooped between job search forays.   

  

Well, over the months of unemployment in Poppy Bush’s economy, I became quite adept at poop patrol.  Little did I know that we would be subjected to a much worse economy a decade hence by his son, the SOB (Spawn of Barb).  My experience in poop management has been honed to a very keen edge over its last disastrous two terms by this Bu$s***e regime and its various whetstones of apology:

   

There is infinitely more $hit flying around today then there was under Bush Sr.  From my experience long long ago and not so far far away in another America, I could provide some good advice, starting with "Don’t let your jaw drop in 'shock and awe' at the size of the lunkers when we have to roll up our pant legs and start cleaning up the $s*** dumped on us and the rest of the world for eight interminable years.  

 

Roll up your pant legs, put on your barn boots and volunteer to start bailing our economy out by stopping the illegal and immoral occupation of Iraq Now!   Impeach the Bu$hite Regime! 

 

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