This is what greeted me on the AOL news page today. It seems our President is…reformed (she says while trying not to choke on her latte). This is the second reference to the President’s “new and improved image” I’ve come across in the past 10 days or so. The accompanying caption is “Bush Seems Confident, Relaxed In Second Term. He’s ‘Impishly Fun’.” Last week a similar picture and caption purported that Bush is more “well spoken, more polished” this go-round.
Let’s see. He may well BE more polished and well spoken this term, as he was likely such an embarrassment to his campaign managers and general staff last term and throughout last year’s election that they deperately cooked up a plan to make him seem smarter. Like a teensy, tinsy little speaker in his ear so he can hear EXACTLY what he’s supposed to be saying, no straying from the script, sir. Or demonic possession. Isn’t Shirley Maclaine a Republican?
Speaking of which. “He’s ‘Impishly Fun'” may well describe behavior that is the result of ecological killing sprees, war games, and a REALLY long power trip. Speculate with me, if you will, what’s going on in the mind of our esteemed leader in the photo above. “Awwww, it’s only a few trees. Where I’m from in Texas we don’t have that many trees, and we get along just fine.” Or, “Now, let’s not get all worked up over nuthin’. What? Oh, uh, sorry, no-thinG-uh. There’s plenty of room for those arctic animals down at Sea World.” Or even, “Oh, now, nobody ever said destroying, uh, rebuilding Iraq was gonna be quick and easy. Relax. Those boys’ll be home in time for Christmas. 2007.”
Ah, well. It just goes to show you, it’s always something. If it’s not one thing, it’s another. We’ve got a President who can’t use the English language as well as Coco the gorilla, or he’s getting rave reviews about his super fun new image and brushed up communication skills. This is the part where I’m supposed to be reminded of little song my grandma/grandma/mother/father used to sing when I was a little girl. Where’s Roseanne Rosannadanna when we need her? I’m afraid I don’t feel much like singing.