Where's Dubya?
We haven't seen much of our President (his name is George Bush in case anyone's forgotten) starting just about when hurricane Ike hit and wiped Galveston off the map, and certainly hardly at all since the Sub-Prime Mortgage meltdown hit and wiped all our savings off the map.
But I remember the old Bush; the one who used to stride out in front of reporters and spout stuff like: "Misson Accomplished", or when he was congratulating Michael Brown on his good work for FEMA at the site of Katrina, or when he was crowing about torturing prisoners using waterboarding and other tactics, or when he was telling us about the success of the invasion of Iraq and upon the capture of Saddam Hussein (who was he again? What did he have to do with US security again?).
But where is he now? The grinning man in the White House now seems broken, bowed and, dare I say, embarrassed? He's like a great big "oops!" walking around. He was never a leader but now his troops decimated, disgraced and scattered (Rumsfeld, Gonzales, Brownie, Libby, Ridge, Whitman), he seems lost, alone, ignored. Right where he belongs, and belonged before he got elected as our president. Or did he get elected?
Here's a little game you can play with your social circle: try to find someone who voted for Bush. It's so weird: Apparently, no one voted for him! I can't figure out how he became president! All my conservative relatives didn't vote for him, my Republican friends didn't vote for him; nobody in the gas lines in the South must have voted for him, right? That would have been stupid! We know no one in the Northeast voted for him. Those who were proud of American integrity, leadership, power, stability, strength, and who believed in the American Dream, they couldn't have voted for him, right?
I can't figure it out. And I think he can't figure it out either. "How did he get there?" we used to ask each other. And now, the expression on his face says it too: "How (the heck) did I get here?" God knows.
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