Bush makes pig jokes, Beirut burns
To Bad they just didnt throw that pig on the spit, ugggg I just cant help myself darn, that creature makes me think such terrible things. Kevvie you better say lots of Hail Marys for me again. Georgie on a Spit, hell yeah that difinitely appeals to me.
By Mark Silva
Chicago Tribune
(MCT)
STRALSUND, Germany - With the world's most perplexing problems weighing on him, President Bush has sought comic relief in a certain pig.
This is the wild game boar that German chef Olaf Micheel bagged for Bush and served Thursday evening at a barbecue in Trinwillershagen, a tiny town on the Baltic Sea where the boar chef also serves as second deputy mayor.
"I understand I may have the honor of slicing the pig," Bush said at a news conference earlier in the day punctuated with questions about spreading violence in the Middle East and an intensifying standoff with Iran over nuclear power.
The president's host, German Chancellor Angela Merkel, started a serious ball rolling at this news conference in the 13th century town hall on the cobblestone square of Stralsund. But Bush seemed more focused on "the feast" promised later.
"Thanks for having me," Bush told the chancellor. "I'm looking forward to that pig tonight."
If this 13th century setting and formal news conference seem an odd stage for presidential banter, the 21st century problems that Bush confronts often prompt him to attempt to defuse the tension in the room with a dose of humor. >>>cont
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Addicted to Fear? Blame Barbara
Bill Robinson
On this Presidents' Day, it may be appropriate to stop and thank the people who shape the men who shape our lives: their mothers. Where would we be if Barbara hadn't scared the living crap out of little George W.? We might not have Code Oranges and preemptive wars and the endless promotion of bird flu and duct tape.
It's not hard to imagine how little George learned to live with fear. Curled up in his bed in Midland, Texas, he had his only-child status ripped away as Barbara brought home a seemingly endless string of newborns from the hospital. He had to learn to share with the five others -- especially that awful Jeb, who always thought he was smarter. Then there were those terrible nightmares (or were they?) when the bedroom door would fly open and Barbara would loom in the doorway, ice clinking in her highball, as she played with her pearls. "Is that pot smoke?" she would bark. "Where's the vodka, you nitwit? I just bought a new bottle!" while rummaging under his bed. He just wished she'd leave him alone. And where was dad to save him from this nightly ritual? The answers were always the same: "He's in Saudi." "He's in China." "He's laundering money for the Carlyle Group."
Still, he couldn't stay mad at Barbara. Like all mannish, withholding WASP mothers, she had her hidden pain. Her father had driven into a brick wall, killing her mother. Maybe that's why she liked his girlfriend Laura, who had blown through a stop sign and killed her friend Michael Dutton Douglas. Babs, like the church, taught him the power of inflicting fear unto others -- and of denying it to oneself. Years later, on Good Morning America, she would say something so priceless about the invasion of Iraq, he thought he'd inscribe it on her tombstone:
"Why should we hear about body bags and deaths? Oh, I mean, it's not relevant. So why should I waste my beautiful mind on something like that?"
Who could not be influenced by such a mother? Like when she was faced with the Hurricane Katrina victims in her hometown, and she pulled out her best Sue Ellen Ewing (minus the looks and style):
"Everybody is so overwhelmed by the hospitality, and so many of the people in the arenas here, you know, were underprivileged anyway. This is working very well for them."
With a mother like this, is it any wonder our president tries to rule -- not just us, but the world -- as a cranky Church Lady? When Clinton was a kid, someone was always taking away his Big Mac or fries, and we as a nation paid the price years later, in the psychic drama of "The Boy Who Couldn't Get Enough." So now the legacy of Barbara Bush plays itself out, as the chain of abuse continues, and fear rules the world.
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By Mark Silva
Chicago Tribune
(MCT)
STRALSUND, Germany - With the world's most perplexing problems weighing on him, President Bush has sought comic relief in a certain pig.
This is the wild game boar that German chef Olaf Micheel bagged for Bush and served Thursday evening at a barbecue in Trinwillershagen, a tiny town on the Baltic Sea where the boar chef also serves as second deputy mayor.
"I understand I may have the honor of slicing the pig," Bush said at a news conference earlier in the day punctuated with questions about spreading violence in the Middle East and an intensifying standoff with Iran over nuclear power.
The president's host, German Chancellor Angela Merkel, started a serious ball rolling at this news conference in the 13th century town hall on the cobblestone square of Stralsund. But Bush seemed more focused on "the feast" promised later.
"Thanks for having me," Bush told the chancellor. "I'm looking forward to that pig tonight."
If this 13th century setting and formal news conference seem an odd stage for presidential banter, the 21st century problems that Bush confronts often prompt him to attempt to defuse the tension in the room with a dose of humor. >>>cont
Link Here
Addicted to Fear? Blame Barbara
Bill Robinson
On this Presidents' Day, it may be appropriate to stop and thank the people who shape the men who shape our lives: their mothers. Where would we be if Barbara hadn't scared the living crap out of little George W.? We might not have Code Oranges and preemptive wars and the endless promotion of bird flu and duct tape.
It's not hard to imagine how little George learned to live with fear. Curled up in his bed in Midland, Texas, he had his only-child status ripped away as Barbara brought home a seemingly endless string of newborns from the hospital. He had to learn to share with the five others -- especially that awful Jeb, who always thought he was smarter. Then there were those terrible nightmares (or were they?) when the bedroom door would fly open and Barbara would loom in the doorway, ice clinking in her highball, as she played with her pearls. "Is that pot smoke?" she would bark. "Where's the vodka, you nitwit? I just bought a new bottle!" while rummaging under his bed. He just wished she'd leave him alone. And where was dad to save him from this nightly ritual? The answers were always the same: "He's in Saudi." "He's in China." "He's laundering money for the Carlyle Group."
Still, he couldn't stay mad at Barbara. Like all mannish, withholding WASP mothers, she had her hidden pain. Her father had driven into a brick wall, killing her mother. Maybe that's why she liked his girlfriend Laura, who had blown through a stop sign and killed her friend Michael Dutton Douglas. Babs, like the church, taught him the power of inflicting fear unto others -- and of denying it to oneself. Years later, on Good Morning America, she would say something so priceless about the invasion of Iraq, he thought he'd inscribe it on her tombstone:
"Why should we hear about body bags and deaths? Oh, I mean, it's not relevant. So why should I waste my beautiful mind on something like that?"
Who could not be influenced by such a mother? Like when she was faced with the Hurricane Katrina victims in her hometown, and she pulled out her best Sue Ellen Ewing (minus the looks and style):
"Everybody is so overwhelmed by the hospitality, and so many of the people in the arenas here, you know, were underprivileged anyway. This is working very well for them."
With a mother like this, is it any wonder our president tries to rule -- not just us, but the world -- as a cranky Church Lady? When Clinton was a kid, someone was always taking away his Big Mac or fries, and we as a nation paid the price years later, in the psychic drama of "The Boy Who Couldn't Get Enough." So now the legacy of Barbara Bush plays itself out, as the chain of abuse continues, and fear rules the world.
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