It seems like a good idea when you’re drunk and your hot incumbent suggests it

I don’t pretend to understand the current accounts deficit, much less know what a safe value for it is. However, look at the last paragraph for an obvious lie by Bush:

Bush argues that Mr. Kerry, playing to a labor union constituency, has begun flirting with protectionism as an answer to the nation’s trade gap; he contrasts that with what he says is a strong White House effort to negotiate more trade agreements with individual nations, regional groups and at the World Trade Organization.

OK, what about the steel and textile tarrifs? What about the way you torpedoed the Cancun talks? Doha, anyone? I don’t understand how anyone can vote for this man. Here’s a good example of the rhetoric of people who support him. It’s a constant exercise in self-delusion. How long can you pretend to be the party of fiscal responsibility while tearing the economy apart?

This reminds me of being at a party at a friend’s house; his girlfriend was visiting from out of town and everyone but me was already drunk when I arrived. The girlfriend had tripped on a sidewalk (where she’s from, they don’t have huge potholes) and skinned her knee. I advised washing the wound, applying Neosporin and bandaging with gauze or something from the nearby convenience store. The boyfriend figured they’d be fine with paper towels and duct tape. She listened to the boyfriend.

In retrospect, I shouldn’t have been so angry at them. She was obviously going to listen to him, because she was drunk and he was her boyfriend. At the time, I was totally unable to comprehend how anyone could ignore the obviously correct statements I was making and decide to bandage a cut with paper towels and duct tape. But a lot of things seem like a good idea when you’re drunk and your hot boyfriend suggests them.

Like Bush. He’s hot. You’re drunk on American imperial power. He’s wearing a flight suit and adjusting his package and saying Mission Accomplished. He’s already fucking you, it must be love. You’ll regret it when you wake up, but by then he’ll be on his heavily fortified ranch in Crawford with a billion dollars in gold and some assault rifles, and you’ll be homeless and sick and denied health care because you’re poor and not religious enough.

This is the only possible explanation for voting for Bush.