No, former President Bush, mistakes were not made. You do not get to go on Oprah and plead your case in a vain attempt to salvage your legacy of ineptitude, manipulation, jingoism, proud ignorance, flagrant abuse of American values, laws, and privilege, and abject failure on every conceivable level.
Allow me to explain. A mistake is when you forget your girlfriend's name during sex, possibly confusing her with your ex. It happens, you're human.
A big mistake is, say, calling out for your current wife while you're fucking your girlfriend. Yeah, you're pretty much a bastard on this one, but, with time, forgiveness is possible.
But no, Bush, yours was more akin to sodomizing the bullet-shredded corpse of a Marine using the widow's newborn as a condom, and then telling her not to make eye contact while you're wiping yourself off on her tits. At this point, it doesn't really matter if you remember her name, y'know?
If you had even a shred of human decency you'd spend the rest of your life doing everything in your power to unfuck the country that had to endure 8 years of your helmet-child buffoonery, not appearing on fucking Oprah to publicize your fucking ghost-written coloring-book-for-the-blind memoirs.
You're a monster, Bush, and no amount of jokey fraternizing and "Aw, shucks, I did bad" pandering will change it.
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