The President's root problem is simple... He's an asshole.

From The Times Online's story of an Irish reporter's experiencing interviewing the President:

I stood up, turned around to face the door and seconds later the president strode towards me. Bush appeared shorter than on camera and he looked stern and rather grey that day.

“Thanks for comin’, Mr President” I said, sticking out my hand. I had borrowed this greeting directly from him. When Bush made a speech at a rally or town hall, he always began by saying “Thanks for comin’” in his man-of-the-people manner. If he detected the humour in my greeting, he didn’t let on. He took my hand with a firm grip and, bringing his face right up close to mine, stared me straight in the eyes for several seconds, as though drinking in every detail of my face. He sat down and an aide attached a microphone to his jacket.

Nobody said a word. “We don’t address the president unless he speaks first,” a member of the film crew had told me earlier. The resulting silence seemed odd and discomforting, so I broke it. “How has your day been, Mr President?” Without looking up at me, he continued to straighten his tie and replied in a strong Texan drawl, “Very busy.”

This was followed by an even more disconcerting silence that, compounded by the six feet separating us, made it difficult to establish any rapport.

Read the full story here.

The very essence of the difference between Presidents Clinton and Bush is a sense of entitlement. Bush's sense of entitlement is so inflated that it is responsible for most of his failures.

Clinton's utter lack of a sense of entitlement made him a notorious people pleaser. Both of these can be drawbacks, but at least President Clinton had competence going for him.

Thanks for playing George, but you can go back to Texas now. This is the Historical-Political equivalent of the times in your youth when you would have too much to drink and the evening would end with you acting like a belligerent prick causing your father to be ashamed of you. Only this time it's power and not whiskey that has brought you to your intoxicated state.

Someone take him somewhere to sleep it off. Please.

-The Oklahoma Hippy