Fellow Lib Elites, I’m sure you’ve been creaming your pants all day over that video of the Iraqi journalist chucking his shoe at President Bush today. If you haven’t seen it, well then, I advise you to watch the slow-mo version. Oh, and don’t worry, HuffPo has got a slideshow, too. Of course.
If there is one thing I love about Bush (and there really only is one thing), it is that self-assured asshole swagger. It rules. After the incident, he responded to a reporter:
So what if the guy threw his shoe at me? Let me talk about the guy throwing his shoe. It’s one way to gain attention. It’s like going to a political rally and having people yell at you. It’s like driving down the street and having people not gesturing with all five fingers. It’s a way for people to draw attention. I don’t know what the guy’s cause is. But one thing is for certain. He caused you to ask me a question about it. I didn’t feel the least bit threatened by it.
Really?? Not at all? Because, oh, I don’t know, I may have been worried about there being bombs, or fire, or anthrax, or weird leeches in that shoe. But if you weren’t worried, that’s cool. That’s some balls man. That’s why you’re president. Sort of.
I can’t decide how I feel about this story, though. I mean, it’s no secret that I’m an Obama-loving, granola hippie / wannabe-lesbian and should still hate Bush for all of the terrible, terrible shit he’s done, but… but wait. There’s just something so charming about that dopey oaf now that he’s just about out the door. He’s like the weird drunk father that walked out on you when you were a baby, but has recently come back into your life, trying to buy your love with a new Nintendo Wii. You can’t really stay mad at that.
I also can’t help but appreciate his puma dodging reflexes.
