I'm sure you've seen the kinda creepy paintings of W in the bath and shower by now, painted by W himself. Well, look again!
I'm impressed, honestly, for the effort. And I don't think they're that bad - they're not masterpieces, but I'd hang 'em on my wall if my kid painted them - well, not these, actually. Kinda creepy. Like W has to wash off all the blood on his hands, but it never washes out! But in a far happier theme:
Behold, Bush originals, ready for the gallery - and if I owned an art gallery I'd totally exhibit them, unironically. Let the protestors bring the irony (and $$$).
The artist himself with some new pieces - look at the cute puppies! And W looks so happy. Good for him! Art is its own reward.
I'll give W some more credit - he's mostly kept out of the limelight. He could have had a disastrous role if he had played into the Tea Party anger. But no, relatively classy as hell. So, despite all the horrors and terrors of his two terms, despite his loathsome supporters (an unironic bumper sticker above), I say to you W: Enjoy your painting!