I’m a normal human being. Do you know how I know? I feel sorry for George W. Bush.

Why? Because today, three days before a historic election, nobody has asked the incumbent president of the United States, George W. Bush, to come out and campaign. Even Republicans who are going down want to go down on their own. The dark one, Dick Cheney, got invited by someone from his home state. But nobody wants Bush, not even the Texas cowboys.

On Tuesday, while the world watches the United States, George W. will be sitting in a lonely house in Camp David with Laura Bush. He will watch the returns and wonder how much his disastrous presidency had to do with the outcome of the election. Poor George. He was such a jolly good fellow. But you won’t notice that by looking at him these days. He has lost his swagger. His mojo has since fallen off.

The man who wants to top his father, the man who wants to show his father that “he got it” ended up confirming the fear his father always had about him. That he was an unserious son – a vagabond.

Life is funny. But more importantly, life is a lesson in humility. The only problem is that when life speaks, it speaks in a language that many of us do not understand.

After life comes the appraisal of posterity. While you can cheat to pass your examination, you cannot cheat when posterity comes to grade you.

You would have thought that George W. Bush would not care about posterity. But no matter how dumb you are, once the clock is ticking for you to leave the White House, the only thing that matters to you is how posterity will judge you. That judgment even shows in the portrait a president leaves behind in the White House.

A president can lie to the American people as to why he went to fight in Iraq. A president can lie to the American people as to why he watched as the economy crumble. A president can lie to the American people about his moral compass. What a president cannot do is to lie to posterity.

I feel like inviting George W. Bush to come hang around with me while the election returns come in. Should he come around to my neck of the wood, neighbors would think he was a belated Halloween visitor. Nobody will give him any mind.

In my crib, President Bush will feel at home. I have a signed picture of John McCain and Sarah Palin. It came in the mail the other day. I also have an elephant husk on the wall.

I promise I will not make fun of the president. I will have red wine, mixed snacks but no pretzels.