Farewell to Bush: Good Riddance

We say good riddance to George W. Bush. He let us down.

As political humorists, Bush should have been our muse - the Edie Sedgwick to our Andy Warhol... the Mia Farrow to our Woody Allen... the Mexican immigrant to our Tom Tancredo Presidential Campaign.

But, much like Mike Myers, Bush simply stopped being funny.

The man started out great enough. Back in 2000, he was certainly a hoot. A blue-blooded patrician from Connecticut carrying on as a mentally diminished Texas yokel? Sign us up!

Watching Bush swagger clumsily through Washington got us all through many a year. Even on a slow day for political comedy, we could always rely on the Leader of the Free World to get locked on stage at a Chinese press conference, join a biker gang, or pay a rousing tribute to overzealous gynecologists.

But at some point - we're thinking 2005, with the Hurricane Katrina debacle - it all ended. Bush was no longer funny. He could have fallen off his Segway with his face in Angela Merkel's cleavage and his foot in Tony Blair's mouth... and we'd still feel too depressed to joke about it. The man was such a phenomenal disaster that he was untouchable.

For instance, what does it say about the president when, following his passionate French kiss with Joe Lieberman, all the headlines were about... Lieberman! Hell, Even the disastrous Mitt Romney, who has won exactly one election in his life, now routinely beats the president to the comedic punch. Double Guantanamo Bay? Why didn't Dubya think of that?!

Now, Barack Obama isn't exactly a comedian's dream, especially since he stopped bowling. But when we have at him in this space - and we will - at least we won't feel the urge to take a shower immediately after.

Goodbye, George W. Bush. Don't come back until we can laugh at you again.