Letter to the Bush Women
Whoaa! Girls! Women of Texas! Where did you misplace your P.R. staff? Where were Tom Delay's comportment classes just when we needed them most?
Laura, your press conference in that squeeky clean refugee center yesterday was, may I say, simply CHARMING! The way you cocked your precious little head, smiled so sincerely and talked about one mother who had lost her daughter, another daughter who had lost her mother, and how both told you how "glad" they were to find refuge in the Cajundome. I was totally touched. Totally. Nothing like a warm cot, a port-a-potty and a lot of company to get the grief process started right off with a bang! No doubt they will forever be consoled by your visit, the pat of your hand, that angelic smile, not to mention the fact that the place was sparkling for a while to prepare for the cameras.
And your assessment of those still stranded in New Orleans, the fact that they are mostly poor and black? "That is just the way it is... The poorer people are usually in the neighborhoods that are the lowest or the...most vulnerable... And that is just always what happens." Thanks so much, Laura. Let us be comforted that what has always been, will always be. How enduring. As long as the "them" is not "us."
Only one tiny little point, though, Laura. The hurricane was named KaTRINA, not KaRINA.
That interview on CSPAN must have come at the end of a mighty exhausting day, since you mispronounced the mighty hurricane's name -- not once, but twice within the two minute interview! The biggest hurricane in history and you couldn't remember the name. Shocking that the main stream media didn't hop right on top of that one and replay it incessantly in prime time! But no problemo, Mrs. First Lady. It isn't like the definition of "is" or anything. The media simply passed on the whole thing. Katrina, Karina, whatever.
P.S. Your hair looked GREAT! Who's 'doing' it these days?
And Barbara, Barbara. Have you lost your edge, Girl? You REALLY don't need to find it "scary" ... that "they" find the Texas hospitality so overwhelming that you hear that "they all" might want to stay in Texas. I promise, promise, cross my heart, they won't get near you, unless to wash your gold leaf china or polish your silver spoons -- or was that a silver foot????
Maybe you are just all overtired. The strain on Houston with all of those refugee types has made things just plain difficult. Traffic is the pits, gas prices are high, another storm is coming, and good help is hard to find. But! with the suspension of the minimum wage, things should loosen up soon, Barbara. Hang in there!
And, Laura, I do soooo understand. You must be lonely. George is having to make all of those pesky fly overs and overnight trips down to the Gulf Coast. I hear that the effort and energy to erect all of those back drop sets for his photo-ops is exhausting work. Not to mention the tear down after the cameras leave. Maybe they should consider leaving the "relief centers" for someone to occupy who might offer assistance.
And, oh, my, the changes of blue shirts so that no one sees him sweat. Aren't you glad you aren't in charge of that? I know, Girl. I was down there. It is hot and muggy, it smells bad, and there is alot of mold setting in. He is doin' a great job of keepin'starched, though. Keep it up, George. Just remember golf on the 16th hole at Augusta and you'll survive the sweat, and maybe the heat.
Not even to diminish the stress of Washington, D. C., Laura! George left you to fend for yourself with only the White House staff to shield you from all of those anti-war commoners arriving from all over the country. Somehow, no matter how engagingly George's staff appreciated their pre-invasion marches as "focus group" activitie, they have not been deterred. Focus groups. How corporate. How George.
And while they certainly seem focused, they have not gone away.
Instead, they descend on the capital saying, "No More!" Tireless, and determined. They will not go away.
Tired, but determined, nor will I.
EC
Laura, your press conference in that squeeky clean refugee center yesterday was, may I say, simply CHARMING! The way you cocked your precious little head, smiled so sincerely and talked about one mother who had lost her daughter, another daughter who had lost her mother, and how both told you how "glad" they were to find refuge in the Cajundome. I was totally touched. Totally. Nothing like a warm cot, a port-a-potty and a lot of company to get the grief process started right off with a bang! No doubt they will forever be consoled by your visit, the pat of your hand, that angelic smile, not to mention the fact that the place was sparkling for a while to prepare for the cameras.
And your assessment of those still stranded in New Orleans, the fact that they are mostly poor and black? "That is just the way it is... The poorer people are usually in the neighborhoods that are the lowest or the...most vulnerable... And that is just always what happens." Thanks so much, Laura. Let us be comforted that what has always been, will always be. How enduring. As long as the "them" is not "us."
Only one tiny little point, though, Laura. The hurricane was named KaTRINA, not KaRINA.
That interview on CSPAN must have come at the end of a mighty exhausting day, since you mispronounced the mighty hurricane's name -- not once, but twice within the two minute interview! The biggest hurricane in history and you couldn't remember the name. Shocking that the main stream media didn't hop right on top of that one and replay it incessantly in prime time! But no problemo, Mrs. First Lady. It isn't like the definition of "is" or anything. The media simply passed on the whole thing. Katrina, Karina, whatever.
P.S. Your hair looked GREAT! Who's 'doing' it these days?
And Barbara, Barbara. Have you lost your edge, Girl? You REALLY don't need to find it "scary" ... that "they" find the Texas hospitality so overwhelming that you hear that "they all" might want to stay in Texas. I promise, promise, cross my heart, they won't get near you, unless to wash your gold leaf china or polish your silver spoons -- or was that a silver foot????
Maybe you are just all overtired. The strain on Houston with all of those refugee types has made things just plain difficult. Traffic is the pits, gas prices are high, another storm is coming, and good help is hard to find. But! with the suspension of the minimum wage, things should loosen up soon, Barbara. Hang in there!
And, Laura, I do soooo understand. You must be lonely. George is having to make all of those pesky fly overs and overnight trips down to the Gulf Coast. I hear that the effort and energy to erect all of those back drop sets for his photo-ops is exhausting work. Not to mention the tear down after the cameras leave. Maybe they should consider leaving the "relief centers" for someone to occupy who might offer assistance.
And, oh, my, the changes of blue shirts so that no one sees him sweat. Aren't you glad you aren't in charge of that? I know, Girl. I was down there. It is hot and muggy, it smells bad, and there is alot of mold setting in. He is doin' a great job of keepin'starched, though. Keep it up, George. Just remember golf on the 16th hole at Augusta and you'll survive the sweat, and maybe the heat.
Not even to diminish the stress of Washington, D. C., Laura! George left you to fend for yourself with only the White House staff to shield you from all of those anti-war commoners arriving from all over the country. Somehow, no matter how engagingly George's staff appreciated their pre-invasion marches as "focus group" activitie, they have not been deterred. Focus groups. How corporate. How George.
And while they certainly seem focused, they have not gone away.
Instead, they descend on the capital saying, "No More!" Tireless, and determined. They will not go away.
Tired, but determined, nor will I.
EC
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