Watching the NBC Weekend News during supper [so much for any attempt at news restriction], a reporter unknown to me, Rosiland Jordon, was introducing a story about Bush hitting the campaign trail. She said that "for the first time," Americans were getting to see the President "for free." It made me irritated, of course. He’s not the President of the United States, he’s the President of [and chief fund raiser for] the Republican Party – riding around in Air Force 1. But then it showed him speaking in Indiana, shirtsleeves, sleeves rolled up, "What is the Democrats’ Plan for Iraq? None. They don’t have any plan." So my irritation turned to anger. Then he moved on to South Carolina, where he spoke to [you guessed it] troops. Same stuff. Can he rally "his base?" I doubt it, but listening to him reminds me why I did a three week T.V. detox program in 2004. I think I’m going to do a modified version this year. No Bush.
It’ll be easy. When he starts talking, an invisible force removes me from the room, some spirit force well known to me from the nineteen eighties. During the Reagan Administration, I never heard Reagan give a whole speech. I doubt that I heard a whole sentence, so powerful the pull of the spirit in the other room. With Bush, I’ve trained myself to stay and listen, but it’s hard. I have "acquired ADHD" during the time he talks, mind flitting from diversion to diversion, and I have to actively keep from putting my fingers in my ears, closing my eyes, and saying "lalalalalalalalalala." So, for these next 10 days, I think I’ll give in to the spirit and let it pull me away.
It’s a mental health program. My wife doesn’t like the "lalalalalalalalalala" part. She’s stronger, plus she likes to hear what he says and talk back to him. "Puleeze!" Or "Come in here, you’ve got to hear this!" I, of course, don’t come. So she does what any sensible person would do in this situation, she talks to the spirit who stays in the room [her "virtual" Bush watching husband].
I guess it’s our fate to spend the next ten days communing with the spirits that inhabit our cabin.
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