There's no easy way to write about toilet stuff. You know....fecal matter. The leavings, residue if you will, of a really humungous gorging feast. Rolling away from the table so overfed, so stuffed that you feel like Terry Jones' character in the film "The Meaning of Life" - is it Mr Creosote?

But Chris Floyd tells us about the residue of Big Ag's bloated feast at the Table of America, after having slid Preznit maitre d' a healthy tip for a good seat at the table.

There's no nice way to say this, so let's just put it straight: George Bush loves pig shit. And horse shit. And cow shit. And chicken shit. He coddles it, he caresses it, he cradles it with a cocoon of loving care. Bush loves shit so much that this week he exempted nearly 3,000 "factory farms" from having to pay fines for befouling the American heartland with endless rivers of steaming, industrialized animal excrement.

Having listened to Mr Inept Pomposity for the last 6 years I am hardly surprised that le maitre' de merde du cheval has an ongoing meaningful relationship with fecal matter. That's all we hear everytime he opens his yob.

From AP: Deal Lets Big Farms Skirt Pollution Fines. Excerpt: The Bush administration will let thousands of factory-style farms escape severe penalties for fouling the air and water with animal excrement in exchange for data to help curb future pollution. The Environmental Protection Agency has signed agreements with 2,681 animal feeding operations in the egg, chicken, turkey, dairy and hog industries. They would be exempt from having to pay potential fines of up to $27,500 a day for violations either in the past or over the next four years...

If you have a strong stomach or can justify skipping a meal or two, go read the whole thing.