Sounding like a petulant, spoiled little brat (which he is), our president took to the microphone yesterday in yet another in a series of "Donny, you're doing a heck of a job" defenses of the Defense Secretary, Donald Rumsfeld, who's been under fire from several generals, the media, and Democrats. The generals, seven in total, have come forward in a vote of no-confidence to call for Rummy's resignation. The media, no fan of the secretary, are gleefully reporting every syllable. And the Democrats? They simply would love to see Rummy's head roll down Pennsylvania Avenue.
Standing in the Rose Garden, after introducing his new White House budget director Rob Portman, Bush was insolent, emotional and, frankly, quite juvenile as he loudly asserted his unrelenting support for the embattled Rumsfeld:
"I listen to all voices, but mine is the final decision. And Don Rumsfeld is doing a fine job. He's not only transforming the military, he's fighting a war on terror. He's helping us fight a war on terror. I have strong confidence in Don Rumsfeld. I hear the voices, and I read the front page, and I know the speculation. But I'm the decider, and I decide what is best. And what's best is for Don Rumsfeld to remain as the secretary of defense."
If at the end of that diatribe he shouted "It's my ball" and stormed off it wouldn't have surprised me one bit. Wah, wah, wah. It's embarrassing to see our whiney president throw a temper-tantrum on national TV. He certainly wasn't very presidential. But then again, when the hell has he been?