Gee whiz, Bush thinks he's That Guy
Mark Morford
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2006/07/19/DDGJ1K0RN91.DTLSo, now we know. I mean, we sort of thought we knew, before, what kind of guy George W. Bush was, essentially our very own beloved, inept, inarticulate ex-alcoholic ex-frat-guy failed-businessman pseudo-leader who famously appeals to the most God-fearin' and least educated and least attuned among us because he is, well, exactly that.
We thought we had him pegged: Just a casual and aw-shucks sort of walkin', talkin', war-happy embarrassment to the country who was nevertheless rumored to be a genuinely nice guy in person but who, when he traveled abroad, nevertheless caused the entire nation to pre-emptively cringe in preparation for all sorts of imminent humiliations and painful moments and lots of hilarious-yet-excruciating new material for the Collected Bushisms.
But every so often, we get a glimpse of just a little more. Or rather, less. Of what lies just beneath that carefully manicured chosen-one sheen. We get a hint of just what fuels that clueless amble, that graceless and dorky approach to everything from ordering a Coke to comprehending Middle East chaos. Witness, won't you, the latest in a huge pile of embarrassing Bush-on-tape moments. (Warning: not for the faint of intellect.)
Here he is, the leader of the free world, fresh off being caught on a live microphone at a Group of Eight meeting muttering to his favorite poodle Tony Blair, using his bestest Texas-boy shtick, that if them gul-dang Syrians would just call Hezbollah and tell 'em to knock it off, everything would be dandy.