When Mr. Bush moved in, he exercised his presidential decorating prerogatives and asked his wife, Laura, to supervise the design of a new rug. Mr. Bush loved to regale visitors with the story of the rug, whose sunburst design, he liked to say, was intended to evoke a feeling of optimism.
The rug is still there, as are the presidential portraits Mr. Bush selected â€” one of Washington, one of Lincoln â€” and a collection of decorative green and white plates. During a meeting last week with retired military officials, before he signed an executive order shutting down the prison at GuantÃ¡namo Bay, Cuba, Mr. Obama surveyed his new environs with a critical eye.
â€œHe looked around,â€ said one of his guests, retired Rear Adm. John D. Hutson, â€œand said, â€˜Iâ€™ve got to do something about these plates. Iâ€™m not really a plates kind of guy.â€™Â â€
classy move, bush.
Animals and plants in danger of becoming extinct could lose the protection of government experts who make sure that dams, highways and other projects don’t pose a threat, under regulations the Bush administration is set to put in place before President-elect Obama can reverse them.
The rules must be published Friday to take effect before Obama is sworn in Jan. 20. Otherwise, he can undo them with the stroke of a pen.
The Interior Department rushed to complete the rules in three months over the objections of lawmakers and environmentalists who argued that they would weaken how a landmark conservation law is applied.
the thing about him is: he’s evil
so you overlook when he’s bad
when he rapes all your sisters and murders your brothers
and sets fire to your mom and your dad
when he kills hungry children
and sells them into slavery
when he prostitutes little girls
when he’s breaking up marriages,
when he’s bringing famine,
when pestilence he brings to shores
when entire tribes go to war with each other
when it is safe for no man
when he tells every one that there is no love
and so there is none in the land
when hate is the answer to all of your fears
and all who live are afraid
and when everyone’s looking over their shoulders
and then tripping into their graves
you tend not to notice
you tend to ignore it
you tend to just let him be
after all, you say, he is the evil one
it has nothing to do with me