You're far to kind.
Does the President really read off of que cards or does the writer work for the NYT and is just making this up?
Hey, I'm no hick, and I'm pretty well educated by anybody's standards, but I don't know what the hell any of those things are - and I'm guessing the reporter didn't either, until he got the press handout.
London's Guardian yesterday published a series of open letters to the president from various Englishmen and Americans. Many were hostile--the Guardian is a left-wing paper--but we like this one from novelist Frederick Forsyth (ellipsis in original):
You will find yourself assailed on every hand by some pretty pretentious characters collectively known as the British left. They traditionally believe they have a monopoly on morality and that your recent actions preclude you from the club. You opposed and destroyed the world's most blood-encrusted dictator. This is quite unforgivable.
I beg you to take no notice. The British left intermittently erupts like a pustule upon the buttock of a rather good country. Seventy years ago it opposed mobilisation against Adolf Hitler and worshipped the other genocide, Josef Stalin.
It has marched for Mao, Ho Chi Minh, Khrushchev, Brezhnev and Andropov. It has slobbered over Ceausescu and Mugabe. It has demonstrated against everything and everyone American for a century. Broadly speaking, it hates your country first, mine second.
Eleven years ago something dreadful happened. Maggie was ousted, Ronald retired, the Berlin wall fell and Gorby abolished communism. All the left's idols fell and its demons retired. For a decade there was nothing really to hate. But thank the Lord for his limitless mercy. Now they can applaud Saddam, Bin Laden, Kim Jong-Il . . . and hate a God-fearing Texan. So hallelujah and have a good time.
Bush seems to have taken Forsyth's advice. Good for him--and good for America.
I just got an invitation through the mails: "Your presence requested this evening, it's formal A top hat, a white tie and tails" Nothing now could take the wind out of my sails Because I'm invited to step out this evening With top hat, white tie and tails I'm puttin' on my top hat Tyin' up my white tie Brushin' off my tails I'm dudein' up my shirt front Puttin' in the shirt studs Polishin' my nails I'm steppin' out, my dear To breathe an atmosphere that simply reeks with class And I trust that you'll excuse my dust when I step on the gas For I'll be there Puttin' down my top hat Mussin' up my white tie Dancin' in my tails
...They are formally known as the Queen's Bodyguard of the Yoemanry of the Guard but better known as Beefeaters...
Hey Scott!!!
that's "Yeomanry"!
(moron)
Comrade Bork
