One wonders if the Bushes get tired of being responsible all the time, and so sooner or later they just phone in a decision or think that if the boys in the back room vetted it, it'll be all right.
I remember in '92, trudging to the polls. My choices were: GHW Bush, who had been out to lunch and letting John Sununu run things for much of the previous year (yuck); the slimy Bill Clinton, not yet up to his (deleted) in scandal, but still, obviously awful; and the loony Ross Perot. I held my nose and voted for GHW Bush. On my way home, I said, "A dirtier day's work I never did in my life."
Now, I like the elder Bush. I like W. But even if Miers turns out to be rock-solid adorable as a Justice, this move on his part is like showing up for a date and asking her father if he has any spare condoms. One is less outraged than simply dumbfounded at the sheer, brazen stupidity of it.