The postman and the mushroom cloud
Poor George Bush. Nowadays, for him the hills are not exactly alive with the sound of music. Jack Nicholson turns 70 and the world celebrates - Hell, there’s even a Date Jack website. Where is the angel though that would sing for this beleaguered prez? Today’s stars don’t seem to bother much with Pennsylvania avenue; they’d rather sell their own brand of dubious cookery books or pet-tested make-up than help out the not exactly most influential man in the world.
It’s all very sad. Once a president had the same elevated status as any superhero. Nowadays, he has to appear on American Idols, showing that he has a sense of humour, for crying out loud. A USA president used to be a man who inspired respect, fear & awe; nowadays the only card this president has left to play is a no trumps, Aw shucks humble bit of cardboard.
You can tell that Laura is still behind him. She hasn’t stopped seeing him as her knight in shining armour; as a man who should be king (without certain royal perks, of course.) But his so-called followers have all but abandoned him. They are either obsessing about trousers, seeing Jesus (or sniffing out Satan.)
Worse, it seems that poor old Double Duh isn’t taken seriously any longer even by his enemies. Where are the angry masses denouncing the Big Satan? These days orally fixated British actors get their day in hate’s limelight easier than Bush. Hell, even those stupid cartoon figures still bring out all kinds of mad mullah muppets in enthusiastic frenzy.
At times, George Bush must look at his British Bambi friend in awe, and perhaps some envy. Blair is reviled & hated, yes. People make very tasteless jokes about his wife and insult the rest of his family. They obsess about him - but they still take him seriously.
Sometimes, the president must feel it’s no longer worth it to set the alarm for yet another lonely day at the office, where all he ever faces is the disdain of his so-called friends and the indifferent abuse of his enemies.
Newspaper articles suggesting that sometimes it’s better just to elect a drunk won’t make his day either.
So, no-one should be terribly surprised, if one of these days the world would wake up to the merry sight of mushroom clouds, doing the can-can all over planet earth. For, while the police will be interviewing some hapless, out of work cartoonist, that will be the Buddy Holly day that the 43rd president of the US of A finally went truly postal on all of us.
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