In Palestine, we call these sandals "shib-shibs". Shib-shib sounds just as funny in Arabic as it does in English-we admit it. And we deserved every thrown Shib-shib at us. We were like little devil children pushing the boundaries of sanity within our parents at every opportune moment. And inopportune moment-hence getting a blast to the head with a thrown shib-shib. The reason we had shib-shibs thrown at us and not a few slaps to the rear was because we were so bad, we'd run for our lives, knowing whatever happened once we got caught was something we had coming for a while. It doesn't help that Arab parents tend to give birth to us in multiples of 5, like rabbits. So they didn't have time to spank one, while children number 2,3,4 and 5 were running around wreaking more havoc.
By the way, Arab adults don't throw shoes at one another. We generally just yell to prove our point. And what was up with the secret service!? It's like they gave the guy time to throw the second shoe on purpose cause he missed with the first one. That was craziness!
Well, I guess Bush needed one more image to leave from his Presidency. We didn't have to think of him choking on a pretzel or his reaction to 9/11 or standing in front of the Mission Accomplished sign or fail to escape through locked doors or tell the head of FEMA he did a heck of a job when he didn't do sh*t as people drowned or give one of his many Bushisms...just to name a few.
No, we needed to see him dodge shoes. Perhaps a fittingly looney farewell to a looney Presidency.
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