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Bush couldn't even praise his parents without it sounding canned. He's the most finely tuned political robot in the history of the land. His image is a lie-- he drives around that Texas ranch as if he's spent years breaking his back trying to get at the fat of the land-- yet the reality is that he's an silver spooned, east coast preppy, Ivy Leager, who probably hasn't touched a cow in his life. There is nothing sincere about that.
Plus, he's dumber than a post. Sure, you don't need to be a Rhodes Scholar, but you also should be smarter than the average garden impliment. Bush ain't.
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