You don't suppose...

... that all these terror alerts could have anything to do with this, or this, or this, or this, or this, or (oops) this?

Poor ol' Dubya is not having a very good week, month, year.

Slip-slidin' away...

I'm goin' down, down, down, down, down...

Free fallin', out into nothin'

How low can you go?