George W. Bush stuttered through his speech Saturday night in South
Carolina with a decidedly defensive aire. Despite projections, he valiantly
battled his previous wave of approval to come out as unworthy of trust
as
ever. He made sense a few times then got back on track with his “don’t
compare me with Bill Clinton” ramblings interspersed with the standard
“Reformer With Results” slogan.
After the speech he threw the crowd one of his standard GWB head-tilt,
under the eyebrows looks that said “Attaboy!” but looked more like
the look
the used car salesman gives you as he hands you the keys to your Yugo
and says
“You won’t have problems with this baby.”
As he made his way through the addled masses in Twiddle-your-ballsack,
South Carolina….signing autographs and shaking hands he was confronted
by a
young man in a wheelchair. This poor guy was twitching and jerking
like a
cricket on a hot griddle. A line of drool swung like a pendulum off
his
bottom lip as he moaned out his excitement in unintelligible grunts.
His mom was holding his wheelchair and and tried to calm the young man
as he tried
to raise his arm to shake GWB’s hand. George was obviously uncomfortable
as he
grabbed the man’s wrist and gave it a perfunctory shake as his mom
began his story….
“Gov. Bush….He’s so glad to meet you. He got in the middle of a police
chase a few
years ago and was hit by a fleeing criminal. That wasn’t the really
bad thing though….
He was then hit by stray gunfire during the shootout and now he can’t
walk or talk.”
“Awww, jeez….that’s terrible.” George said.
His mom continued…”He can’t work now….He can’t even feed himself.
It’s even harder since his wife died in childbirth and I don’t know
how
he’s ever going to be able to take care of the kids.”
George was concentrating on signing autographs with increasing intensity.
You could see he wanted to make a break for it but the crowd was too
thick.
He was trapped in front of the cameras with a cripple with a sad story,
….the bane of every political candidate.
“Well, I’m going to do my best to see that everything is taken care
of….as much
as is in my power…” (He pretends to hear someone calling him)…
"What?….Who’s yelling my name?”
The young man is tweaking pretty hard by now….arms and legs flailing in excitement.
“His dad isn’t much help either” his mom bemoaned, “He had a terrible
stroke.
He’s in a home….wets himself….it costs a thousand dollars a month”
George was getting frantic at this point….looking for escape from any
angle.
His eyes were seeking out any distraction.…anything that he could focus
on
besides the young man and his mom in front of him)
She didn’t miss a beat….”It’s the kids I really worry about. They’re
both
simple….imbeciles, really. Need special treatment….nurses.”
George regurgitated another “Awww, jeez….that’s terrible” as he searched for rescue at all fronts.
“One of the kids only has one leg…..needs crutches”
George pretended his pen had run out of ink….his eyes everywhere but
on
the mother and son before him.
“Can’t afford real crutches….uses a stick”
You could see the feral glint in Bush’s eyes. The political instincts
kicking in
….every fiber of his being screaming for him to GET OUT….GET AWAY.
“Stick from a tree out in back of the trailer”
There was a ring of white showing all the way around George’s eyes.
Panic was taking a stranglehold.
“Tree’s sick….caterpillars”
One of George’s security guards finally woke up to the situation
and pulled a grateful Bush away from the painful scene.
“Green caterpillars”….He heard as he was pulled down the line.
You could see George breathe a sigh of releif as he began scrawling
out
autographs from his new location. He gave a nervous little laugh as
he handed
the photo over to a woman with a little baby. She held her baby out
to Bush
and he reached out to hold it….flashing that wonderfully insincere
and completely
plastic smile that he has cultivated and refined for so many years.
The baby….recognizing the inherent evil in the person before him….wailed
like a skinned banshee and voided his bowels. Bush gave a little
smile that
never really reached his eyes and was whisked away by security before
he
could secretly and quietly strangled the infant.
More from the campaign as events unfold…..
Lo Phat Ham - Rogue Reporter