As I lay in bed this morning listening to the radio broadcast the auspicious occasion of the inauguration of America's 44th President, I couldn't help but think on Mr Bush and how he must be feeling now that his long reign at the helm is finally over.
Being a fairly well educated and intelligent human being, I could never be a Bush supporter. That being said, any fairly well educated and intelligent human being has to have, at some point, realized that 'Oz' really messed up with that one; the puppet strings just kept showing up in the spotlights. Knowing that, it is hard not to feel some kind of sympathy for one who was obviously 'not waving, but drowning' and whose vulnerability was constantly revealed in every malaprop.
Furthermore, now that there is no threat of the man stumbling over something in the dead of night and accidentally pushing that little red button, surely we can all let out our breath and try find something to pat him on the back for. I mean come on, a man who loves his dog as much as he does must have a little goodness somewhere.
Okay, okay, so the fact that the man never lets go of his Scottie would make me follow him to hell and back (which is, I am sure where he will spend many, many of his days to come if karma has any thing to do with it) but for the moment, he, Barney and his conscience are very happy to be back on their ranch in Texas where they belong.
So long Barney, and Miss Beasley and take care of your Dad. Perhaps you'll get to meet the Obama's new dog sooner than you think. Everyone knows that when idols are passed around too much the patina tends to wear away and nobody likes a dull effigy.
-A-