Earlier today, President Bush stated in an interview with Politico that, as an act of solidarity with those families who have lost loved ones in the War Insurgency Clusterfuck Fight Against Terrorism. “I don’t want some mom whose son may have recently died to see the commander in chief playing golf,” the President said.

So, in an effort to feel the pain of someone who has lost a loved one in a pointless and aimless war that’s gobbling up money and brave young Americans in nearly equal amounts, our President has given up the game of golf.

Yeah, I think that’s adequate. He obviously understands the pain of losing a loved one. It’s equal to giving up a hobby that you kind of enjoy.

I can’t believe that Ryan, our brave son who gave his life in service of his country, is really dead, I just can’t. Oh well, I guess I’ll focus more on my stamp-collecting, instead…

This man oozes callous indifference like an untreated wound oozes pus.

He cares about you and me about as much as he cares to cut the dingleberries off his dog Barney’s hairy ass.

He wants to understand the common man’s struggle about as much as you want to pay $3.79 for a gallon of gas.

You get the idea.

I suppose it’s for the best that he has no concept of real human misery thick skin. In times like these, we need a leader who doesn’t let little things like a few thousand dead soldiers get him too down. Not like that pussy FDR, who was confined to a wheelchair during WWII. No, this president has the balls to tell the American people that he is willing to give up golf to identify with their suffering. That is, until he leaves office, at which time he’ll rake in a hefty amount of oil profits and retire to Texas, where he can clear brush and golf and mountain bike to his heart’s content without having to worry about everyday Joes and Janes like ourselves.

I’m sure he won’t be the only one to be glad that he is relieved of that burden.