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Straight from the Rose Garden
Nov. 2nd, 2003 02:49 amIn his latest turn as Evil-Scarecrow: beyond brains, The Shrub delivered yet another gem at today's White House Press Conference :
Reporter:"...You recently put Condoleeza Rice, your National Security Advisor, in charge of the managment of the administration's Iraq policy. What has effectively changed since she's been in charge? And the second question, can you promise a year from now that you will have reduced the number of troops in Iraq?"
The Shrub"The second question is a trick question, so I won't answer it...The first question was Condoleeza Rice. Her job is to coordinate interagency. She's doin' a fine job of coordinating interagency. She's doing - the role of National Security Advisor is to not only provide good advice to the President, which she does on a regular basis - I value her judgment and her intelligence - but her job is also to deal interagency and to help unstick things that may get stuck, is the best way to put it. She's an unsticker. And she - is she listening? Okay, well, she's doin' a fine job."
Also, speaking of roses, y'all, did you know that The Shrub, taking his cues from the poetic efforts of Donald Rumsfield, bit the Defense Secretary's style and whet his own pen?
Now, before you proceed, you may think I am making this up, but I am not. I am also really confused about the role of The Onion, Weekend Update and The Daily Show when the administration is headed by a six-year old, in the same way that I am confused about the cultural niche of conspiracy theories, when the PNAC plan for james-bond-villain-style world domination is laid out on their website for everybody to see. Anyway, the CNN page that ran Bush's poetic ode to Laura, after her scandalous flirtation with Chirac (oh yes) was mysteriously replaced by a 404 error message, but nevertheless, here is the poem, brought to you by google cache:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Oh, my lump in the bed
How I've missed you.
Roses are redder
Bluer am I
Seeing you kissed by that charming French guy.
The dogs and the cat,
they missed you too
Barney's still mad you dropped him,
he ate your shoe
The distance, my dear, has been such a barrier
Next time you want an adventure, just land on a carrier.
Reporter:"...You recently put Condoleeza Rice, your National Security Advisor, in charge of the managment of the administration's Iraq policy. What has effectively changed since she's been in charge? And the second question, can you promise a year from now that you will have reduced the number of troops in Iraq?"
The Shrub"The second question is a trick question, so I won't answer it...The first question was Condoleeza Rice. Her job is to coordinate interagency. She's doin' a fine job of coordinating interagency. She's doing - the role of National Security Advisor is to not only provide good advice to the President, which she does on a regular basis - I value her judgment and her intelligence - but her job is also to deal interagency and to help unstick things that may get stuck, is the best way to put it. She's an unsticker. And she - is she listening? Okay, well, she's doin' a fine job."
Also, speaking of roses, y'all, did you know that The Shrub, taking his cues from the poetic efforts of Donald Rumsfield, bit the Defense Secretary's style and whet his own pen?
Now, before you proceed, you may think I am making this up, but I am not. I am also really confused about the role of The Onion, Weekend Update and The Daily Show when the administration is headed by a six-year old, in the same way that I am confused about the cultural niche of conspiracy theories, when the PNAC plan for james-bond-villain-style world domination is laid out on their website for everybody to see. Anyway, the CNN page that ran Bush's poetic ode to Laura, after her scandalous flirtation with Chirac (oh yes) was mysteriously replaced by a 404 error message, but nevertheless, here is the poem, brought to you by google cache:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Oh, my lump in the bed
How I've missed you.
Roses are redder
Bluer am I
Seeing you kissed by that charming French guy.
The dogs and the cat,
they missed you too
Barney's still mad you dropped him,
he ate your shoe
The distance, my dear, has been such a barrier
Next time you want an adventure, just land on a carrier.
