We were sitting around the dining room table this morning, in various stages of Honey Nut Cheerios and orange juice, with a chaotic hamster cage dusting of the Washington
Post all over the place, when my son Nick looked up from his section of the paper and said, "It's true! Bush has no self-doubt! I guess that's the best thing about him. I try to look for the good in people, but with him it's hard. Most of the time he just seems like a plane going down."