The paltry President attracts poultry analogies. If he’s not a lame duck, he’s a turkey – a rubber turkey.
Not bad; it’s only taken Adams nearly three years to upgrade his imaginary turkey from plastic to rubber, which at least is an organic substance. At this rate he’ll be talking genuine turkey sometime around 2054. The rest of the column is merely the latest repetition of Phil’s oft–stated belief that Bush, Blair and Howard are doomed.