GEORGE BUSH, THE PERFECT MAN….I had to laugh when I read Mark Steyn’s column today. He’s praising George Bush for the conciliatory language he’s using during his visit to Europe:

So what would you do in Bush’s shoes? Slap ’em around a bit? What for? Where would it get you? Or would you do exactly what he’s doing? Climb into the old soup-and-fish, make small talk with Mme Chirac and raise a glass of champagne to the enduring friendship of our peoples: what else is left? This week we’re toasting the end of an idea: the death of “the West”.

So when Bush beats up on Europe he’s doing exactly the right thing. When he goes easy on Europe he’s doing exactly the right thing. Right.

I swear, at this point I think George Bush could declare Christmas illegal and his fan club would figure out a way to make it sound like a cunning and farsighted strategy for the future of America. Apparently he’s already left the ranks of the human race and been elevated to godhood.