Where's my Leprechaun?

It's St. Patrick's Day and I'm a Newfoundlander and I'm not drunk tonight. What's wrong with this picture? God knows a little numbness might be a relief after all this talk of peace. Isn't our cowboy just an Orwell for our times.

When you eliminate the doublespeak, though, what this Bush heard the other Bush say tonight was "God Save the Oilwells." Mmmmm....Texas tea.

Seems like a load of Blarney to me.