Today's Daily Schadenfreude: George W. Bush

It's always a treat when you can laugh at the misfortune of Drunky McStagger himself. And today is even better, because there are two, two, two reasons to laugh and point at The Deciderer today.

First, it seems that the value of a picture with Drunky has declined just a tad:

Gas prices may be up, but there's something that's apparently a little cheaper these days: A photo with President Bush. Yesterday, Bush headlined a fundraiser for the New Jersey state GOP, where donors could pay $5,000 to pose for a photo with the Commander in Chief. Expensive photo op, right? Well, that's actually cheaper that what donors paid just a year ago for a grip and grin with Bush. Last summer, GOP officials around the country charged at least $10,000 a pop for presidential photo op, a bargain compared to the $25,000-a-flash Bush commanded during some Republican National Committee fund-raisers back in 2000 and 2004.

At this rate, next year Drunky will be paying you to have your picture taken with him. (He couldn't pay me enough ... but I digress.)

Meanwhile, Jenna Bush (a/k/a NotJenna's Sister or The Other Drunk One) is releasing a book. That's right, apparently there's one descendant of Poppy and Bar who can read and write (but this is probably the only one).

Jenna writes precious little about herself, as her book, Ana's Story: A Journey of Hope (right), chronicles the life of an orphan Jenna encountered during her work with UNICEF in Latin America. It's aimed at teens, so I guess you can think of it as, say, Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret, but with unprotected sex, AIDS, and teen pregnancy. Or something like that.

Anyway, the schadenfreude for Drunky comes from one of the messages of Jenna's (or is it NotJenna's?) book:

With such an earnest subject, Ms. Bush has done well to deflect criticism from those who might point out that her prose—comparing Ana's life to a song, for example ("To me her words and her life are like a song—a song of hope and resiliance. I met with Ana for more than six months and listened to the melody and lyrics of her life."), or the complete and utter lack of any details of place or setting—is, well, not particularly good. And while Ana's message—abuse is bad, AIDS is a reality—seems obvious to the point of stupidity, the book's pro-condom/pro-education message is a kamikaze-like leap from Daddy's nest.

"Daddy's nest," of course, promotes abstinence and forbids the distribution of condoms as well as financial aid to foreign agencies that provide abortions.

So, Drunky, how does it feel? Your presidency is a laughingstock and a failure of historic proportions, and even your own daughter (one or the other of them, anyway) doesn't buy your abstinence-only shtick. And so I take great pleasure in congratulating you, "Mr. President" -- today's Blast Off! Daily Schadenfreude is for you!