Bush’s fallacy
Twenty-three months. That’s a long time. Twenty-three months ago I was embarking on my college career, preparing to trade in the comforts of my spacious home for a 10-by-10 square with bunk beds and a gothic roommate. Twenty-three months ago people everywhere were awestruck to learn that Pluto is not a planet after all and that “my very elegant mother just served us nine pizzas” would never again have the same connotation for fourth graders. Twenty-three months is also the amount of time that George W. Bush’s approval rating has been less than 40 percent.
















