Here’s the note:

Hi all,

Happy Holidays, Seasons Greenings and, in honor of the Glorious Bush Legacy, here’s a flurry of flying-shoe one-liners:

• Bush wasn’t surprised that Iraqis were throwing shoes at him. After all, his fellow Americans had already given him the boot.

• A perfect illustration of the erosion of the office of the Presidency under George W. Bush — from “Leader of the Free World” to “Whack-a-Mole.”

• Bush was just lucky that journalist was not a shoe-bomber.

• Leads me to wonder if all future Bush appearances will required “airport security” — everyone surrenders their shoes to the Secret Service.

• Did you notice in the freeze-frames published in the Chron, while Bush was ducking for cover, Nouri al-Maliki continued to stand tall and unflapped at his podium?

• Don’t you just know that, if it had been Bush Sr. at the lectern, Poppy would have stood up straight, snatched the incoming shoe in his bare hands, and fired them back at the attacker.

• What do you call this cultural clash of civilization: The Collision of Loafers?

I have to admit, that reporter is one of my new heroes. (It might have been different had one of his flying shoes drawn blood.)

I have an idea for a viral flash-mob event:
Are you planning to visit Washington, DC? If so, take a spare set of shoes.
Stroll down Pennsylvania Avenue and throw those shoes over the White House fence.
Why toss your tennies over a utility line when you can turn that toss into a resounding political statement?

Hear my cry, O Fellow Americans: Declare your solidarity with the shoe-slingers of the world! Toss your flip-flops on W’s lawn!

Thanks for making this pitch a reality. And pitch a shoe over the fence for me!

Gar Smith