Monday, July 24, 2006

Rubbing Us the Wrong Way

114 Rubbing Us The Wrong Way

News Item, January, 1992: President George H.W. Bush vomits on Japan’s Prime Minister Kiichi Miyazowa at a formal dinner. Doctors said the President had the flu.

News Item, July, 2006. President George W. Bush gives German Chancellor Angela Merkel a backrub during a G8 Meeting is Russia.

Quote: “He’s not NORMAL.” – Ying Chi Wang-Richards, America’s Least Interested Person in News & Current affairs.

Yes, even people who never watch the news, who don’t bother with the internet (on which it is possible to see the video clip on 1885 websites and counting) know about this one.

Our Idiot President has done it again. It’s not nearly as serious as some of this guy’s gaffes. It’s not as stain provoking as “Poppy’s” heaving on a head of state. But this stuff seems to run in the family.

Former Governor Ann Richards of Texas (no relation) once said of Bush the Elder: “He was born with a silver foot in his mouth.” And the remnants of a sushi dinner which would make many of us throw up.

Ann and Dubya met, but probably not in the AA meetings each needed.

“Rubbing the wrong way” was first applied to cats. It was said that if you rubbed a cat’s fur from tail toward head, the cat would get irritated and nip or scratch you. That’s not true of all cats all the time, but it’s becoming clear that we are the cat and this imbecile (there, he’s been upgraded from the previous mention in which he’s referred to as an idiot) is rubbing us the wrong way and we ought to scratch back.

Was the backrub sexist? Well, can’t see the guy squeezing Willy Brandt’s shoulders, or Konrad Adenaur or Ludwig Erhard.

Was it to throw the first lady off the scent (stories about Dubya and Condi abound. Clinton had a Jewish girlfriend. Not to be outdone in the Oppressed Minority Lady-On-The-Side game, the President either is or isn’t having an affair with the Secretary of State, who has been described by one African American comedian as “That buck-tooth white girl with a big suntan.”)

Was it because he wants to invade Mexico or Canada and wants to get close to a “safe” German who can teach him about Lebensraum?

Maybe he wanted a recommendation for a good schnapps. (The vodka in St. Petersburg is so bad, even the Russians don’t drink it, and they’ll drink ANYTHING.)

Let’s hope it was that last one, the schnapps thing.

Dubya should go back to drinking. It’s less embarrassing. I'm Wes Richards, my opinions are my own, but you're welcome to them.

(c) 2006 WJR

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