The unveiling of the secret war in Bush’s mind, President Bush finally defends himself, his administration, and his decisions. In a press conference, which sent the mainstream press into a tailspin, George Bush unleashed his defense of the Bush years. Incredible for so many reasons, but not for any of the reasons our small-minded press could conjure up in their mob like intelligentsia. For the people who have carried George Bush’s water throughout the years, for the people who, through their voices, was the only vocal defense of Bush and his decisions. This press conference was a long time coming, however, just a day late and a dollar short.
President Bush believed in a governance style where he would make decisions and do things and spend almost no effort in explaining them or defining any of it. He was too busy with the business of the people to be bothered with the petty chore of defending himself. History will judge him and he’ll judge himself in the mirror back in Texas when he gets home. This was his way and that’s that. The problem with all that is, it doesn’t work. Let’s hope no other politician whom we put our hearts into does anything like that again. This style allows the opposition to define everything about you and your ideas. It allows the naysayers to literally shape perception and in turn, reality. No matter how grand a politician’s ideas may be, they will be left for dead on the super highway of political reality.
It was after all vintage Bush but not a Bordeaux I would recommend. For the “it’s about time” crowd, this defense is something they could chew on. For the more cerebral appetite, well, this is a lesson learned. I, for one, would like George Bush to go home and enjoy a nice bottle of wine or a creative cocktail. I don’t want him to become a drunk again or ruin his life with alcohol. I just want him to fall off the wagon for a little while. I want him to enjoy a drink and let the booze creep in and allow his manner to loosen up. I want him, through the prism of a buzz, to reflect upon his last eight years in a way that only alcohol can provide, the raw honesty that only a drink could uncover. I don’t want him to look in that mirror back in Texas unless he is feeling that warm and wonderful feeling that a bottle of wine can bring to him. I want those rosy red cheeks from the intoxication to be present in that mirror when he judges himself.