“As a final crash of self-indulgent non-sense, when the incontrovertible truth of your panoramic and murderous deceit has even begun to cost your political party seemingly perpetual congressional seats… When somebody asks you, sir, about the cooked books and faked threats you foisted on a sincere and frightened nation; when someone asks you, sir, about your gallant, noble, self- abnegating sacrifice of your golf game so as to soothe the families of the war dead; this advice, Mr Bush: Shut the hell up! Good night and good luck.”