I caugh a bit of Bush at Prayer on CSPAN where, in a D.C. church, everyone was singing the Star Spangled Banner, a song that I sang every morning in elementary school (along with the Battle Hymn of the Republic, having grown up in Pennsylvania). Everyone, that is, but Dubya. He was studiously staring at a song book and apparently mouthing about every tenth word. He put the book down for the last stanza, which he apparently remembered. But wait a minute. Didn’t they sing the Star Spangled Banner at the expensive private school in Connecticut where Dubya went? And … Continue reading Dubya the Dunce