Today’s meditation is a crude euphemism for excrement.

In the S-bomb heard ’round the world category President George W. Bush, talking this week of the current Mideast crisis, issued a call of action to Arab nations: “What they need to do is get Syria to get Hezbollah to stop doing this shit, and it’s over.”

Tough talk. Hearing it, I laughed a bit. I think everyone did. The infrequency of unscripted comments from the White House, any administration, makes the few offhanded remarks that spill out things to cherish.

I won’t suggest that this event was scripted. I’m cynical, but not that cynical. Rather, I welcomed its bald-faced honesty. I empathized with Bush because I shake my head and hurl the same types of sentiments toward my TV. Why can’t Hezbollah just knock this sh*t off? Doesn’t Israel realize turning infrastructure into rubble isn’t f**king helping matters?

For just an instant, Bush’s spurt spurred a vision of a world stage where leaders speak forthrightly and honestly. A world where countries call out other countries and vice versa.

Visualize with me. Imagine President Jimmy Carter checking Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini when he insisted the U.S. was the “Great Satan” during the Iran Hostage Crisis. “With all due respect Khomeini, kidnapping civilians is the work of cowardly a**holes.”

Think of Reagan: “Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this f**king wall.”

Think Clinton: “Frankly senators, that’s none of your f**king business. And, furthermore, you can take this impeachment trial and shove it up your a**.” Then he could dance a la Lisa Simpson out of the Senate chambers playing his sax.

It doesn’t work that way. But I draw comfort from the fact that it can, if only sometimes. I could use more laughs watching the news.