Bird craps on W in Rose Garden right after he affirms his confidence in Gonzo!

[Hart2008]

An outdoor news conference in perfect spring weather, with birds chirping loudly in the magnolia trees, is not without its hazards.

As President Bush took a question Thursday in the White House Rose Garden about scandals involving his Attorney General, he remarked, "I've got confidence in Al Gonzales doin' the job."

Simultaneously, a sparrow flew overhead and left a splash on the President's sleeve, which Bush tried several times to wipe off.

Deputy White House Press Secretary promptly put the incident through the proper spin cycle, telling ABC News, "It was his lucky day...everyone knows that's a sign of good luck."

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2007/05/24/bird-poops-on-the-preside_n_49258.html

:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
Yeah, that about says it all. He has been crapping on us for years now. Paybacks are a bear.

;)

[OrangeCountyDemocrat]

1. Good Luck???

Is this true? Is a bird pooping on you a sign of good luck?

[LSparkle]

2. I didn't think it was a sign of "good luck" when I got crapped on years ago

That's TOTAL BIRDSHIT!

[NoPasaran]

11. "Good luck" for dry cleaners, maybe

[MrSlayer]

12. My grandmother used to say it was.

It's one of those old superstitions.

[nookiemonster]

3. I thought I understood the luck thing,

obviously I'm behind the 8 ball.

Bird poop?

:crazy:

[msongs]

4. unlike congress, the bird knows how to deal with bush nt

[Rydz777]

8. There is cosmic significance to this and I think you found it. n/t

[Benhurst]

5. Too bad it wasn't Dumbo.

[jakem]

6. what a maroon.

[Fridays Child]

7. "Let the eagle soar, like it's never soared before...."

It's karma for sending Gonzo The Head Thumper to strongarm Ashcroft in his ICU bed.

[Botany]

9. Birdy ..... Birdy Up in the sky

Drop a little White Wash in my eye
I'm no sailor I won't cry
I'm just glad that cows can't fly.

[ewoden]

10. Several years ago I was in a tree-stand

trying my luck against the local whitetail population. It was very cold and I was very miserable. As I sat there up in that tree a flock of cedar waxwings appeared in the branches all around me. Twittering and bouncing from branch to branch. As I took in the spectacle of these little busy birds, the sun broke over the ridge bathing me in it's warmth and light. I was beginning to think how fortunate I was to be in that tree, at that moment, closer to my creator than I had realized. All of a sudden a waxwing crapped right on my head. So much for delusions of righteous grandeur. Perhaps God was sending little pissy pants the same message.