28 May 2014
Reflections on G. W. Bush
From time to time he gathers his SS bodyguard and says “we're going to the airport”.
And goes to greet Servicemen returning from overseas. A handshake, a hug, a slap on the back, a “thank you”.
Hr doesn't call up the media, doesn't make it a photo op, but he knows it's his duty and his privilege to thank them.
Compare and contrast with the current holder of the job he most recently held.
While I'm at it, here's another thing. That Crawford Ranch? Geothermal heating and cooling, greywater recycling... as close to ecofast as you can get without going off the grid. (Full disclosure, a buddy of mine was lead plumbing contractor for the build).
He could make a big thing about it, but he doesn't.
Compare and contrast with his opponent in the highly litigated election.
He quit playing golf when US Servicemen went into combat. Wouldn't look right. (See supra). His daughter's tuition at UT was lower than the tuition at Friends Academy (Ditto).
I miss you, W. I disagreed with many of your policies. I didn't vote for you in the primaries. Lots of folks put you down for serving in the Texas Air National Guard, but I have friends in the Reserves and Guard who are pulling duty in the Sandbox. Folks call you chickenshit, they're calling my friends chickenshit. Some folks would sequester school records if they showed a “Gentleman's C”. Some would lie about past drug use or drinking.
W., you're never gonna get a Nobel Peace Prize, though some who receive it don't deserve it.
The man whose butt occupies the chair in the Oval Office is not finished. My sincere belief is that he in tends to parlay this into the position of Secretary General of the United Nations.
George, please, we need you for more important things. Things for which your College, Business and Executive experience have suited you.
For the love of God, please, George W. Bush, become commissioner of Major League Baseball and get the Astros back in the National League.