What A Difference a 'Dubya' Makes

When Mr. Reagan came to Ireland, his ancestral village gave him an emotional homecoming and named a pub after him. Mr. Clinton was celebrated in 1995 by a crowd of 100,000 that brought central Dublin to a standstill.

But Bush Gets 10,000 protestors then proceeds to make an idiot of himself in an interview (with pre-screened questions) with Irish reporter Carole Coleman.

She asked tough questions about the mounting death toll in Iraq, the failure of U.S. planning, and European opposition to the invasion and occupation. And when the president offered the sort of empty and listless "answers" that satisfy the White House press corps - at one point, he mumbled, "My job is to do my job" - she tried to get him focused by asking precise follow-up questions.

The president complained five times during the course of the interview about the pointed nature of Coleman's questions and follow-ups - "Please, please, please, for a minute, OK?" the hapless Bush pleaded at one point, as he demanded his questioner go easy on him.

As usual, it is painful, embarrassing and pathetic to watch him in action. To top it off, he gets mad and cancels Laura's scheduled interview with the same reporter. I doubt that she'd have flubbed it but, in typical piss ant fashion, when he didn't get his way he took his marbles and left the playground.