The Washington Post is trying to figure out what's inside Bush's head. ..aside from the cavernous void in which bats, demons, and Deputy Dawg reside. As usual, Dan Froomkin puts it perfectly.

But to me, it sounds like Bush is looking not for answers -- but for rationalizations for his behavior. There is no sign of genuine introspection, no sign of acknowledgment of mistakes, no sign of any significant change of course. In a pattern familiar to anyone who has ever had a drinking problem, Bush appears to be engaged in a furious effort to persuade onlookers that he's fine -- even if he isn't.

In fact, one could even argue that Bush's search for "answers" from a parade of easily cowed visitors allows him to avoid a hard look at the one place he is most likely to find an explanation for his predicament: Within himself.

Our president: A dry drunk with no insight, no judgment, no perspective, no reasoning powers, no taste, no couth, no morals, no regrets, and an abundance of failures. Quite a legacy.