To paraphrase Richard Nixon, we won't have George W. Bush to kick around anymore.
As we enter the final two-week stretch of this long-running disaster, I realized that throwing tomatoes at W. after he's out would be like speaking ill of the dead, so I'd better take a final (maybe) nasty, small-minded poke at the man who has been the gift that kept on giving for editorial cartoonists.
While I was drawing the cartoon, however, I couldn't help but give a sympathetic tip of the hat to the pathetic picture of a sitting president who is so unpopular that he can't even land a book deal. While Sarah Palin(!) snagged a multi-million-dollar advance for her story, publishers delicately told our swashbuckling hero that he might want to wait a while (read: forever) before penning that memoir. Why would people want to pay good money to read about somebody they'd rather forget, especially in this economy?
Best to just disappear to the Dallas mansion, where his ever-shrinking cadre of hard-core supporters can arrange to have brush dumped in his backyard for him to clear.