The America Bush never sees.

New evidence that our President is the biggest fucking nancy boy to ever hold the White House.

The "Presidential Advance Manual" has come to light and it makes all those pampered rock and rollers with their contract riders for iced Cristal and green M&Ms look positively stoic.

Because the president can't see anyone who disagrees with him. Not one. No. Not allowed. The only American people allowed to cast their gaze upon Dear Leader are the American people who will faun and gush that, by golly, he's like the bestest president ever.

Jesus, it's no wonder the guy's clueless. He has handlers who make sure he continues to stroll through life in that protected bubble that has followed him around since he was a tyke playing dress-up cowboy.

Oh, right, he still plays dress-up cowboy. Last week he threw a hissy fit because some magazine suggested he looked like the drug-store variety instead of a real ranch hand. That's right, we have brave men and women in actual uniforms fighting actual wars and George gets his knickers in a twist over a sartorial slam.

But back to this manual. We've known about the tightly controlled town meetings for quite a while, but not the lengths this White House goes to protect Le Petit Dauphin. For instance, any anti-Bush people who manage to sneak past the cordon of security and try to speak in a manner that could make Georgie cry will be shouted down by "rally squads."

Here's a quote from the manual: "the rally squad's task is to use their signs and banners as shields between the demonstrators and the main press platform. If the demonstrators are yelling, rally squads can begin and lead supportive chants to drown out the protestors (USA!, USA!, USA!)."

Anyone who would equate rally squads with brown shirts should be ashamed of themselves.

Protectors of the president insist they're not trying to squelch dissent. They just don't want the president to see it because he might stamp his little boots and clench his tiny fists in rage. To make sure this doesn't happen, the White House advance staff asks local police "to designate a protest area where demonstrators can be placed, preferably not in the view of the event site or motorcade route."

The manual came to light thanks to a lawsuit filed by two Americans who were handcuffed and jailed because their T-shirts weren't full of love for the president. The federal government settled the case last week for $80,000 of our tax money, but as is standard policy with the Bushies, there was no admission of wrongdoing. And the president was saved having to read T-shirts that might have upset him.

Hooray for reasonably-priced speech!

In a related story, Laura Bush told an interviewer that she didn't believe her husband's negative poll ratings because everywhere she goes she meets nothing but Americans who love her Bushie. Golly, I wonder how that could be?

Oh, right. The bubble. It appears the White House is as equally committed to protecting Pickles from getting her feelings hurt as they are the president's.

When you combine this story with the one the former Surgeon General tells about his speeches having to mention the president three times on every page, you begin to wonder just what kind of man is it we have in the White House. What kind of man has to be shielded from his fellow Americans? What kind of man must be lauded repeatedly in all government speeches, even ones about genital warts?

A nancy boy, that's what kind. A fucking nancy boy.

Jesus, Teddy Roosevelt must be spinning in his grave.