Affirming than he possesses more common sense than the used shoe salesman now occupying the White House, no one should be surprised former President Bush has not uttered a word or poked his head around the corner in the last two years. He knew a gooey left-wing lemon meringue pie would be pitched into his face.
When his memoir was published this week and he began doing interviews, the boys on the left put down their psychotic obsessions with Republican bobblehead dolls John Boehner, Sarah Palin, Rush Limbaugh, Glenn Beck, Dick Cheney and stampeded toward Mr. Bush, a juicy pie attached to the barrelheads of the guns they uniformly aimed at him.
The quite left-wing Huffington Post, I believe, boasts of more traffic than any news site on the web — every day it looks like the Democrat Party’s Christmas tree with a the latest several Republican obsessions hanging, by the neck, from every branch.
Mr. Boehner, the presumed successor to Nancy (I Shall Never Die, Darn It) Pelosi, as Speaker of the House, teared up and almost broke down. Because the left media crazed with the game of lathering Republicans for any perceived habits, good or bad, he will not hear the end of it as long as the Huffington Post is alive.
I think HuffPo, as Ariana’s two friends like to call it, has carried a critical piece on Ms. Palin every day since two years ago last August when Sen. McCain nominated her.
What Are Dems Doing?
You won’t learn much about Democrats at HuffPo because after the left boys have lathered the most important members of the GOP, ain’t no room left.
One hundred of their fairly fruity correspondents could use a psychiatrist because the boys produce at least one Going Nutsy story every edition.
In the newly realigned House of Represetatives, on the Democrat side, there is a bitter war in progress for the No. 2 leadership role behind Nancy Pelosi. What injects spice into this classic battle between Steny Hoyer, the presumed winner, and Jim Clyburn, is that Mr. Clyburn is a black Southerner. If Republicans had a fight between a black man and a white man, The New York Times would assign 9 reporters a day to do separate updates and the HuffPo would do at least that many stories in each edition over the embarrassment, childishness and racism of it all.
Since the boys are Dems, shhhh, not a word.
Returning to the HuffPo’s Histrionics of the Day, today it is about President Bush, whom they hate more than their families.
Mad Magazine in a Mad World
The boys on the left, you know, are always angry but today they were a little more hysterical than they normally seem capable of being. Like 4-year-old girls whose favorite dolls just shattered.
Get a sniff of this nasty sandwich concocted by one Ryan Grim of HuffPo:
Crown also got a mash-up of worn-out anecdotes from previously published memoirs written by his subordinates, from which Bush lifts quotes word for word, passing them off as his own recollections. He took equal license in lifting from nonfiction books about his presidency or newspaper or magazine articles from the time. Far from shedding light on how the president approached the crucial “decision points” of his presidency, the clip jobs illuminate something shallower and less surprising about Bush's character: He's too lazy to write his own memoir.
Bush, on his book tour, makes much of the fact that he largely wrote the book himself, guffawing that critics who suspected he didn't know how to read are now getting a comeuppance. Not only does Bush know how to read, it turns out, he knows how to Google, too. Or his assistant does. Bush notes in his acknowledgments that “[m]uch of the research for this book was conducted by the brilliant and tireless Peter Rough. Peter spent the past 18 months digging through archives, searching the internet[s], and sifting through reams of paper.” Bush also collaborated on the book with his former speechwriter, Christopher Michel.
I have been asked several times to write my memoirs, but for a different reason than what motivated Mr. Bush.
Since most of my five sisters have, shall we gently say, a slightly different recollection of my childhood than I do, aside from errancy I would fret about chronology, the flavor and rhythms of the wonderful days of my childhood and earlier.
Don’t tell the HuffPo, though, because if they find out I am a registered Republican, I will flee to the witness protection program.
Why shouldn’t the former President consult his old staff? How much can a guy remember, on his own, especially as he gallops toward the direction of forgetfulness.
