eats worms: randomly reiterating redundancies

As I sit listening to a rock album with Charlie Rose flashing in the background, I am enveloped by a surreal feeing. A war on television, a day full of worldwide protests and civil unrest, minute-by-minute live coverage of both delivered by caricatures of media and official talking heads. A green White House sits solemnly behind the correspondent who looks like the weasels in the "Pop goes the weasel" game at Chuck E Cheese. You know, the one where you hit them on the head with a "branch" to get them back in their holes. The next official, head cocked fixedly to the side, the US Senate seal perched perfectly over his shoulder, started with a smirk. I wonder, why is it that, no matter gravity of situation or audience, Bush is perpetually smirking?