This clown is appalling in his utter and relentless lack of taste and style, except maybe in terms of low-style and bad taste, but I guess that's better than having no style or taste at all. We first saw this in a prominent mainstream context when as candidate in 2000, he made absolutely retarded and low-rent comments on the David Letterman Show likening his claim to be a uniter (in itself a cynical and sick joke) to Letterman's then-recent open heart surgery. Please, hand me the barf bag. And recently, we say him making extended jokes at that vulgar Washington Correspondents' Dinner about his administration's failure to find the WMD, which is no surprise, since such probably never existed after Saddam used up the stockpiles the Reagan Administration provided to him. What a laugh!!! What sensitivity to be cracking jokes about a subject that was grieviously mishandled by the administration, leading to a totally unnecessary war in Iraq that resulted in 600 U.S. casualties (so far), thousands of innocent civilians murdered in that bowel movement of a country, billions of dollars of infrastructure and real estate damage in the same toilet country, and billions of dollars of U.S. taxpayers' money squandered on such wrong-minded and reckless nonsense!!! What a card!!! What delicacy!!! What style!!! Such idiocy does display taste, namely a foul taste in the mouth of any reasonable person of Good Will. The fact this guy lives on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches tells you plenty about his style. The fact that he lives on a dirtfarm, a so-called ranch that has no livestock, tells you plenty about his style: All Hat No Cattle. And just look at the colorless and quite unattractive frump he married: if this guy had any style, he wouldn't have married someone who looks like a model in the Lane Bryant catalog, and if he had any taste, he would have married taste. Not Marian the Librarian.