This illustration of Kenny Boy and Zarqawi boy is one of several I did for an article in the Boston Phoenix entitled What Smell? 2006: A second-quarter scorecard — summer fiction bonanza written by political satirist Barry Crimmins.
It's always summer to George W. Bush, our lazy, hazy, crazy commander in chief who puts in shorter presidential work weeks than Woodrow Wilson did after he was paralyzed by a stroke. Having stolen his way into the Oval Office what now seems to be several bad lifetimes ago, GW has treated us to a scorching five years that have inflicted on the world a pandemic of son burn. We have been continually baited and switched by an administration that promises sinsemilla and delivers oregano. Read On.