If Poppy Bush was indeed born on third base and thought he hit a triple, what can we say about his slacker of a presidential son? That he woke up in his street clothes under third base at age 40, empty bottle of Jack in his pocket, and thought that God had told him "Snap out of it, boy! You're 90 feet away from hitting an inside-the-park home run!" You can see metaphors aren't my strong suit, so this is where I need your help: How to update the joke to incorporate the dreary Ms. Miers?
Best I can come up with is, "George W. Bush was born on the 18th green, took one look at his caddy, and thought she deserved the Nobel Prize." Please help a brother out in the comments.
Whatever the punchline, this joke ain't funny, least to me. When it comes to the Supreme Court, my single issue of greatest concern is excessive deference to Executive Powers, especially those claimed as necessary to win the latest war. As Mehlman's phlegm attests, Republicans (now that no Clinton is undignifying the White House) can only console themselves that Bush's latest crony might assist them in their ongoing project to pretend the Church Committee was a commie plot, and to basically interpret "separation of powers" as "separating the other two branches from the awesome and all-knowing power of the Commander in Chief." I wish them nothing but failure in their contra-constitutional quest, and hope Miers gets the Borking that Bush Jr. so richly deserves.