The president didn't look all that relieved or happy, however. His eyes were puffy from lack of sleep (he had been awakened all through the night with bulletins), and he seemed cranky and fidgety. A group of reporters and photographers had been summoned by White House handlers to capture a photo op of the commander in chief at his post. Bush stared at them balefully. He rocked back and forth in his chair, furiously at times, asked no questions and took no notes. It almost seemed as though he resented having to strike a pose for the press.You have to read the entire article to get to the most disturbing part, which arises in the last two lines of the piece:
Public-opinion polls suggest that faith in Bush's competence is sagging. But there are a lot of storm systems yet to come—and three years is time enough for Bush to show that his leadership means more than staging heroic poses.Jesus. We now learn that poor Chimpie can't even be bothered to slide into his flight suit and pad out his crotch for America. It's clear that he is in desperate need of a drink...or the rest that a resignation would give him. It's so sad to see someone so over his head that he can't even fake it any more--not that he was ever any good at faking anything, but the kneepad mainstream press operated for so long pretending that he had gravitas that they became gullible to their own bullshit. Such obedient behavior has kept Karl Rove in near-constant orgasm since 9/11.
Anyway, today I want to proclaim September 26 as "Buy Chimpie a Drink Day," and while I do not solicit contributions of any kind, I would like my few readers to at least gather up all those 2-for-1 margarita coupons, airline drink vouchers, and any ads for 10 cent beers in the Crawford or D.C. area and send them to George W. Bush at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. The good news is that Chimpie may indeed have started hitting the bottle again, and given his record, that's something that can only improve his performance, particularly if he can reach the passing-out stage of drunkenness regularly. Hell, maybe he'll even challenge the old man to go "mano a mano" again. Now that the elder Bush is at least 80, perhaps Chimpie can take him, although Junior's cowardice will still only be negated by what comes out of a Jim Beam bottle.
That should, however, give him some solace, because while his presidency goes down in flames as the worst ever in U.S. history, he will be remembered in a new terminology that I shall coin. We can now call the alcoholic poultice for overcoming fear to be forever known as "Bush Courage."
4 comments:
Oh, I get it! Olaf is trying to provoke readers into commenting, in a run-up to Olaf Feedback Day, Saturday October 1st*. That's the only explanation this writer can come up with for Olaf's continually railing against the "kneepad" press, then turning to "The National Enquirer" for the definitive word on whether Baby Bush has started drinking again or not. No, Olaf may be right. In an Edward Abbey-like flash of insight, Olaf points out that in the present stenography=journalism environment, The National Enquirer is just as valid as the current MSM, now engaged in a commerce-driven race to the bottom. So--well done, Olaf...I think. (*Do this thing.)
Love that idea! Let's all clip booze ads and send them to the White House! Flood the Oval Office! "Bush Courage". I'll use that from now on, and may have to renew my faith in it.
As to the other comment here: ain't that sad that N.E. is "just as valid as the current MSM"? And soon we'll be quoting Weekly World News.
What? You mean the batboy story and "I Was Bigfoot's Love Slave" are not as valid as Judy Miller's "Iraq has weapons of mass destruction" and "We'll be greeted as liberators"?
I'm crushed.
Mano a mano with an 80-year old man? C'mon; are you calling The President a chimp-pansy?
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