Is it really that hard, George? Really? All you had to do was show up at the last G8 summit you'll ever be burdened with attending, and be semi-polite and stay awake and pretend to be interested. And then shake some hands and smile and get your photo taken with the other world leaders. You know... be 'leaderly'. And then you could skulk back to Texas, and silently thank God that that is over. But no. You had to open your mouth and embarrass us all, once again. You'd think we'd just be used to it by now, and laugh.
But signing off by telling the other world leaders "Goodbye from the world's biggest polluter" is not funny. It's tasteless. It's just another piece of evidence that you are a snide, soulless, rotten-to-the-core bad apple and excuse for a human being. Nobody I know will lament your exit in January. "Good fucking riddance." That is what we will say. Then we will have a party featuring French bread, French wine and French (not Freedom) fries. The party will be outdoors, near some old-growth Redwood trees. Mexican illegals and pro-choice gay/married couples will attend.
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