We haven't seen writing this awful at the Washington Post since their article about Frist slathering himself with gorilla juice.
They sat on two frayed chairs in a teacher's lounge, the president and the widow, just the two of them so close that their knees were almost touching.
She was talking about her husband, the soldier who died in a far-off war zone. Tears rolled down her face as she mentioned two children left fatherless. His eyes welled up, too. He hugged her, held her face, kissed her cheek. "I am so sorry for your loss," he kept repeating.
Clouds welled in the sky. The very heavens prepared to weep. Yes, the president in question is Bush. He cares. Really.