That's our not-exactly fearless, soon-to-be-ex-leader, ducking at his press conference in Baghdad today to avoid the first of a pair of size-10 clodhoppers tossed his way by a correspondent for an Iraqi television station based in Cairo. According to press reports, as he threw the first shoe, the reporter shouted "This is a gift from the Iraqis; this is the farewell kiss, you dog”!" As he hurled the second shoe, he added, "This is from the widows, the orphans and those who were killed in Iraq."
Iraqi Prime Minister Bush's puppet Nuri al-Maliki had to block the second shoe to keep it from hitting Bush in the face, so I guess he really is good for something.
It's a perfect commentary on the defining catastrophe of the worst presidency to date in our history--and may it continue to define presidential suckitude for as long as the Republic shall last! God forbid we ever get a president worse than George W. Bush has been--because that would almost certainly involve the end of the Republic as well.
The good news, of course, is that he's more or less strutted and fretted his allotted hour on the stage, and we're within a few pages of his exit cue--after which, it is devoutly to be hoped, he will disappear into the obscurity he so richly deserves, never to be heard from or seen again as long as he shall live.