There is a problem. Bush’s record is a problem.
“I don’t know where bin Laden is. I have no idea and really don’t care. It’s not that important. It’s not our priority.”
- G.W. Bush, 3/13/02
“I am truly not that concerned about him.”
- G.W. Bush, repsonding to a question about bin Laden’s whereabouts,
3/13/02
This is going to haunt the GOP for years in every campaign commercial.
It’s discouraging.
“There is a problem. Bush’s record is a problem.
“I don’t know where bin Laden is. I have no idea and really don’t care. It’s not that important. It’s not our priority.”
- G.W. Bush, 3/13/02
“I am truly not that concerned about him.”
- G.W. Bush, repsonding to a question about bin Laden’s whereabouts,
3/13/02
This is going to haunt the GOP for years in every campaign commercial.
It’s discouraging.”
Those remarks are taken out of his intended context, but I agree with you they left the door open for political opponents to use against him.
Bush did some good things, but communication skill wasn’t his forte.
I tire of hearing Clinton and Obama talk on and on. But often Bush stammered out a few words, instead of concisely an clearly explaining his intentions.
Obama is going to be tough to beat.
I disagree. I do not think this is going to haunt the GOP in every campaign commercial.
I don’t think it invalidates anything I said, either. I don’t see anything discouraging about this, it is a good thing that OBL is now fish food. So it isn’t discouraging.
But it does provoke anger.
The analogy would be a man who decided to build a unique kind of engine with a concept that is more efficient and powerful than anything ever conceived. For years, he would be derided as a crackpot and idiot by his neighbor who would call the police anytime his garage lights were on late at night or if he was hammering a piece of metal.
This guy writes letters to the editor of the local newspaper (who is incidentally one of his best friends) puts up flyers around the neighborhood, agitates other neighbors to protest in front of the guy’s house, and complains at the town hall meetings each month in an effort to get the guy to shut down.
The guy trying to build the engine goes bankrupt from all the legal battles, has to put all his belongings up on the auction block, then gets sick and dies due to the stress.
The neighbor buys the house and all it contains, takes the engine and changes history with it. Not once does he ever mention his neighbor who conceived, designed and built the engine, and is the subject of flattering stories in the newspapers and publications owned by his friend, talking about how he knew all along this engine would change the way engines work.
This doesn’t change the fact that the engine is by far the best thing ever to have churned out horsepower.
It also doesn’t change the fact that the SOB who killed the other guy off is a low-life SOB.