Baby Doc is Afraid of Ghosts

The disturbing news about the mental facilities of Prezdint Sweatsock just seems to keep coming at us.

Today I learned that Draper's new book about Der Monkey Fuehrer, Dead Certain (ironic title, that), contains a description of Baby Doc actually claiming to have seen a ghost, in the halls of the White House.

This was back when Papa Doc was Prez, and Baby was spending the night, for some unknown reason -- probably hiding out from creditors. He had allegedly long since quit the drinking, doping, whoring, etc., destructive behaviors, so we can't lay it on that.

Imagine that. Seeing ghosts. In the White House!

Someone needs to jack up his thorazine. Otherwise the ghosts of the 3780 dead Americans, slaughtered in the Quagmire in the Desert by the injudicious and irresponsible decision to go to war in Iraq, will come popping out of the paintings and rattling their M60 machine gun bandoliers like the ghost chains of ancient lore.

On the other hand, maybe that's a good idea. Let him see the true cost in human terms of the terribly destructive policies that have earned him -- not only now but in the judgment of history -- the title of Worst President Ever.

Maybe then he'll think twice about his overarching desires to bomb Iran and spread the destruction throughout the Middle East.