Friday, September 15, 2006
The son follows in his fathers footsteps........
Richard the Peking Duck found this little gem of an article in the Washington Monthly by Christopher Buckley. With tightly written prose, he captures the dilemna of today's thinking moderate:
I voted for George W. Bush in 2000. In 2004, I could not bring myself to pull the same lever again. Neither could I bring myself to vote for John Kerry, who, for all his strengths, credentials, and talent, seems very much less than the sum of his parts. So, I wrote in a vote for George Herbert Walker Bush, for whom I worked as a speechwriter from 1981 to '83. I wish he'd won.
Bob Woodward asked Bush 43 if he had consulted his father before invading Iraq. The son replied that he had consulted 'a higher father.' That frisson you feel going up your spine is the realization that he meant it. And apparently the higher father said, 'Go for it!' There are those of us who wish he had consulted his terrestrial one; or, if he couldn't get him on the line, Brent Scowcroft. Or Jim Baker. Or Henry Kissinger. Or, for that matter, anyone who has read a book about the British experience in Iraq. (18,000 dead.)
Anyone who has even a passing personal acquaintance of Bush 41 knows him to be, roughly speaking, the most decent, considerate, humble, and cautious man on the planet. Also, the most loving parent on earth. What a wrench it must be for him to pick up his paper every morning and read the now-daily debate about whether his son is officially the worst president in U.S. history. (That chuckling you hear is the ghost of James Buchanan.) To paraphrase another president, I feel 41's pain. Does 43 feel 41's? Does he, I wonder, feel ours?
...What have they done to my party? Where does one go to get it back? One place comes to mind: the back benches. It's time for a time-out. Time to hand over this sorry enchilada to Hillary and Nancy Pelosi and Joe Biden and Charlie Rangel and Harry Reid, who has the gift of being able to induce sleep in 30 seconds. Or, with any luck, to Mark Warner or, what the heck, Al Gore. I'm not much into polar bears, but this heat wave has me thinking the man might be on to something.
Read the whole thing here. Then look for the next plane ticket to Pattaya......."Future is so bright........Gotta wear shades".
Funny, I always thought it was a tie between Millard Filmore and Warren G. Harding for the honor of 'worst president'. However rumor has it that Harding "died in the saddle", so to speak, so that edges out making California a State............