why elocution matters.
so while running errands a bit ago i had on npr, listening to the afternoon news. they were discussing nancy pelosi's suggestion that g. dub get rid of rumsfeld and how, well, rumsfeld is now gone. but then the commentators started discussing how just last week g. dub went on and on about how cheney and rumsfeld would be with him til the end of his term, they'd be around at least two more years.
which, of course, isn't true, as rums is now gone. but now g. dub is now saying that even last week he was already having doubts about whether or not rums would remain with him
so the commentators then played a sound bite of a reporter asking bush today why he said last week rums would be with him for another two years and g. dub says well, he didn't really mean it, but since last week the reporters kept asking him if rums would be around and it was obviously during a push for the election, rather than get the reporters going on about the fact that he was maybe thinking rums wouldn't be around, he thought it was better to just say that rums would be around, when he was pretty sure he wouldn't be so that the focus would stay where it needed to be, on the election, and, and, and.
so the president thinks it's better to lie?
and then g. dub went on to say that the gop really took a thumpin'. and he thinks the race delay had to drop out of was due to republicans not knowing who to vote for in delay's absence rather than on iraq. g. dub went on to say he felt like secretary of state, "telling folks down in houston and sugarland to take a pencil, see, go in to vote, and write in a name" - so because republicans didn't know how to add a write-in candidate, they lost.
huh.
seriously, who taught this man to speak?
which, of course, isn't true, as rums is now gone. but now g. dub is now saying that even last week he was already having doubts about whether or not rums would remain with him
so the commentators then played a sound bite of a reporter asking bush today why he said last week rums would be with him for another two years and g. dub says well, he didn't really mean it, but since last week the reporters kept asking him if rums would be around and it was obviously during a push for the election, rather than get the reporters going on about the fact that he was maybe thinking rums wouldn't be around, he thought it was better to just say that rums would be around, when he was pretty sure he wouldn't be so that the focus would stay where it needed to be, on the election, and, and, and.
so the president thinks it's better to lie?
and then g. dub went on to say that the gop really took a thumpin'. and he thinks the race delay had to drop out of was due to republicans not knowing who to vote for in delay's absence rather than on iraq. g. dub went on to say he felt like secretary of state, "telling folks down in houston and sugarland to take a pencil, see, go in to vote, and write in a name" - so because republicans didn't know how to add a write-in candidate, they lost.
huh.
seriously, who taught this man to speak?
posted by lynda at 4:38 PM
6 Comments:
In this new era of personal accountability, we must blame his parents.
And Texas.
we definitely have to blame texas. two little known facts about ole inga: she grew up in texas. she's a high school drop out. one definitely caused the other.
Does Inga find herself watching Friday Night Lights?
And, yes, I am trying to win the Deal or No Deal Lucky Case Game tonight. $50,000 would allow me to rent an apartment in Denmark!
-cK
(sigh) alas inga does NOT watch friday night lights. it brings back too many ick-factor memories. high school = NOT fun. texas high school = torture. torture! you must remember inga attended high school in the early eighties, when big big BIG hair was in.
but i do remember the name of our high school quarterback. it was trevor dean. he was number 9. he lived 'round the corner from us. the girls liked to chant 1 of 2 diddies about him:
1. trevor dean you're so keen!
or
2. number nine you're so fine!
i shutter to remember. we also had a kid named bubba who drove a pick up truck w/ a gun rack. that was fun. but, to put inga's place in perspective, i did (a) date the school narc my sophmore year, mere minutes after dropping out (in hindsight, all those questions about the coke-snorting cheerleaders makes perfect sense! as did the fact he shared an apartment with his 'dad' who was, conveniently, never home) and (b) my big crush was on mr. recovery, aptly nicknamed for always just getting out of rehab.
good luck with the deal/no deal! if you get an apt. in denmark, i'll be happy to come and be your scullery maid!
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