Here’s the thing: While it was often tremendous amounts of fun — and also hugely rewarding, in terms of response and awareness-raising — to repeatedly expose and satirize Bush as the destructive cretin he so obviously was, it was also a deeply toxic practice, openly dangerous to mind, spirit and soul alike. Much like working with spent nuclear fuel rods every day, or in an anthrax lab, or a place where they test NASCAR cologne on baby chimps. Spend enough time in that room, you’re bound to get cancer. Not to mention inexorably depressed.