by Freida Marie Crump
Dear President Bush,
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
I know that there’s nothing more embarrassing than coming up with a great idea, touting to the high heavens as the best thing since Bacon Bits, then watching the darned thing crumble around your feet.
You’ve had some experience with this in your chasing Saddam and Osama through the bushes, the tax cut, and getting mired in the quags