He's gone grey. It worked for Clinton, but then he went grey during his first term. Aside from the hair, nothing about George W. Bush ever changes. Everywhere he goes, he wears the expression of a man welcoming you to a backyard barbeque. There's a corpse in the water; "I don't want to play the blame game", smirk. "I'm glad you asked that. I wanted to get to that, the point that our military forces are too thin... that a lot of people are saying that our military forces are spread too thin, which isn't true at all."
The PR machine might have scored a few points today, had it not been for pesky Mike Brown and his midmorning ruff. Oh, and who can forget 45 bodies found in an evacuated hospital?
Bush spent a lot of his very important time touring New Orleans, riding around in trucks, having his photo taken, solecizing as fast as his stamina-boosting prescriptions allow, only to have reality, who clearly wasn't aware of the day's talking points, even though an email copy was mailed out the night before, fuck up any chance of a boost in the polls. And he went grey for this!
To summarize: I thought it was funny that real news would interfere with carefully staged fake news. Real news that was sad, the way news is supposed to be, a constant reminder that at any moment things suck for someone somewhere, and we need to be reminded of this because otherwise we go through life with a barbeque grin and perhaps a dog-eared copy of Ayn Rand on the bookshelf.
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