President Job: For George W. Bush, the Prince Hal analogy will no longer do.

American Prowler ^ | Wednesday, February 5, 2003 | By Paul Beston

[Jimmy Valentine]

If George W. is our Prince Hal, let us all remember to stand with him come St. Crispin's Day.

Regards,

[Mudboy Slim]

"If You Wanna Git Bill Clinton...!!"
(To be sung to the Ozark Mountain Daredevils' "If You Wanna Get To Heaven...")

(Mudboy on harp...)

I never read it in the papers...I never saw it on the news...
I heard it on Rush Limbaugh...on AM radio...
If you hate the Waco Slaughter...
You gotta help MUD fer a spell!!
If you wanna git Bill Clinton...
We gotta RAISE A LOTTA HELL!!! Yeah...

I am...therefore, I FReep!!
Folks, I feel it in my soul...
Won'tcha meet me at the Cap'tol?!
Re-Impeach!! We'll reach our goal!!
If you wanna know a secret...
You got to promise not to tell!!
Right's gonna Re-Impeach Bill Clinton...
We're gonna put Slick in a cell!! HELL YEAH!!!

(MUD harpin' like the dickens!!!)

I never thought it'd be this easy...
I never thought it'd be this fun...
But we FReeped Truth on Rush Limbaugh...
Now, we got Slick on the run!!
If you fear FReedom's in danger...
You gotta help WHUP RATS' AlphaMale!!
Folks, WE're Gonna Git Bill Clinton...
We'll Dethrone Slick's Soul to HELL!!!

(MUD harpin' fer his dinner!!!)

Folks, we're gonna git Bill Clinton...
FReepers, gonna git Bill Clinton!!!
Gonna send Slick straight to Prison!!!
Folks, it's SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS!!!!

FReegards, all...MUD

"No man can know what power he can call rightly his unless he presses a little."
Robert Frost, notebook entry, 1913

1 Posted on 08/07/2000 21:11:04 PDT by Mudboy Slim ('Cuz Justice is worth fightin' fer!!)

[The Wizard]

bttt

[BlueLancer]

Carrying the "Prince Hal" idea a little further, we have the reformed Hal becoming Henry V ...

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KING HENRY V, Act 4, Scene 3
Gloucester: Where is the King?
Bedford: The King himself is rode to view their battle.
Westmoreland: Of fighting men, they have full three-score thousand.
Exeter: There’s five to one; besides, they all are fresh.
Salisbury: God’s arm strike with us! ‘Tis a fearful odds.
Westmoreland: O that we now had here but one ten thousand of those men in England that do no work to-day!

King Henry V: What’s he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold;
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires;
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour,
As one man more, methinks, would share from me,
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, throughout my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the Feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbors,
And say, To-morrow is Saint Crispian:
Then he will strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say, These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names,
Familiar in their mouths as household words –-
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester -–
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d:
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother, be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap while any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day!

KING HENRY V, Act 3, Scene 1
King Henry: Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'

KING HENRY V, Act 3, Scene 3
King Henry: How yet resolves the governor of the town?
This is the latest parle we will admit;
Therefore to our best mercy give yourselves;
Or like to men proud of destruction
Defy us to our worst: for, as I am a soldier,
A name that in my thoughts becomes me best,
If I begin the battery once again,
I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur
Till in her ashes she lie buried.
The gates of mercy shall be all shut up,
And the flesh'd soldier, rough and hard of heart,
In liberty of bloody hand shall range
With conscience wide as hell, mowing like grass
Your fresh-fair virgins and your flowering infants.
What is it then to me, if impious war,
Array'd in flames like to the prince of fiends,
Do, with his smirch'd complexion, all fell feats
bEnlink'd to waste and desolation?
What is't to me, when you yourselves are cause,
If your pure maidens fall into the hand
Of hot and forcing violation?
What rein can hold licentious wickedness
When down the hill he holds his fierce career?
We may as bootless spend our vain command
Upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil
As send precepts to the leviathan
To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur,
Take pity of your town and of your people,
Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command;
Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace
O'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds
Of heady murder, spoil and villany.
If not, why, in a moment look to see
The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand
Defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters;
Your fathers taken by the silver beards,
And their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls,
Your naked infants spitted upon pikes,
Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confused
Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry
At Herod's bloody-hunting slaughtermen.
What say you? will you yield, and this avoid,
Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy'd?

[nicmarlo]

Excellent article ping.

[Wait4Truth]

My heart was heavy just reading this article. My final thought was that President Bush is probably the most misunderstood, misinterpreted, underestimated president in our history. The left/Dems/media have so mischaracterized him that it truly boggles the mind. Even some here have fallen into the leftist trap, which saddens me. I pray that the Lord will reveal the truth about this man - the shining truth - the character - the goodness - the faith - the strength..it will be a glorious day, indeed. Our President needs our constant prayers. In our busy daily lives, it is easy to forget...let us not forget. It is vital that we lift him up as he deals with our safety and the safety of the world. God bless President Bush and God bless America.

[Redleg Duke]

As opposed to the aging of Clinton, not from the worries of the job responsibilities, but from the worries of the truth catching up with him!

[lawgirl]

That one on the left was his governor's photo taken in 1994, I believe. He has certainly aged in 10 years, and I agree that he has aged since 2000, but I don't totally agree with the tone of this article. Sure, W has a huge burden which he feels deeply, but I don't see him as a doom-and-gloom figure. He is always positive and comforting when you see him.

[firewalk]

Thanks for the ping Nic (good morning)

[Valin]

When this guy (the President) goes into (what I call) his moral mode there is NO ONE better. Here is someone (unlike a certain ex-impeached president) who doesn't have to tell me he feels my pain or he cares. Witness the SOTU speech, talking about aids in africa, the voice drops he leans forward, you can tell that this situation offends him personally.

From Bob Woodword's book,
"Bush glanced at Rice. "Or North Korea," he quickly added. "Let me talk about North Korea." But he seemed to mean Iraq also. Iraq, North Korea, Iran were the axis of he had identified in his state of the union speech.

The President sat forward in his chair. I thought he might jump up he became so emotional as he spoke about North Koreaan leader.

"I LOATHE Kim Jong Il! Bush shouted, waving his finger in the air "I've got a viceral reaction to this guy, because he's starving his people, And I have seen intelligence of these prison camps-they're huge-that he uses to break up families, and to torture people. I am appalled at the...."

What we have here is a good moral man who wears is heart on his sleeve and with some of the best speech writers in the game. And even when I disagree with him I've NEVER doubted that his heart is in the right place.

[MeekOneGOP]

Here is how he has transformed, imho...

[okimhere]

I don't totally agree with the tone of this article

I agree with you. I was getting heavy-hearted as I read, but then I remembered the shots we see of him enjoying a round of golf with his dad, and the genuine lighthearted happiness when the family is together. That brought balance back. He's too intelligent to lead an unbalanced life, and loves his family too much to dwell 100% of the time on the truly heavy burdens of office.

And I REALLY object to those comparison pictures. The most recent one is obviously out in the bright sunshine. Good grief, we ALL suffer from being seen in bright light. The speech he made the day after the SOTU showed him young and vibrant and enthused - and he was indoors at a slight distance from the camera. Drudge (or whomever) should have used one of those snaps to compare.

(thanks for listening - ah couldn't he'p mahself! Couldn't stop at "I agree with you" :~)...)

[kitkat]

***That one on the left was his governor's photo taken in 1994...***

Great post, lawgirl. I wondered when that first pic was taken. It sure didn't look like Pres. Bush in 2001. And the second pic was taken in bad light under unflattering circumstances.

The tone of the article was, of course, florid in its attempts to make Dubya something other than the strong, responsible leader that he is.

[M Kehoe]

Most of us have some experience with jobs that keep us staring at the ceiling at 3 AM; but none of us has Bush's job.

And I thank the Lord for being me.

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