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Well, I'll do my duty here if for no other reason than this repeat visit of Bush to our region bare stirred a ripple except for the shudders of ecstasy among our Rochester media corps.
"When I saw that video, I wept." No friends that wasn't Bush talking about Abu Graib pictures or anything to do with our military.(As far as I know he didn't set foot on VA territory, a scant hundred yards from where he was addressing a hall packed with his media harem(half the crowd) selected somebodies with tickets, some chosen few students.)
Before leading the limo charge into the gauntlet of state troopers and secret service men Bush met "a buddy" from his last trip, a basketball hero with autism. The best photo op of the day, before the dark hail and tremendous winds started up, was of Bush hugging the hero, the basketball hero, that is. I guess you can't take the cheerleader out of the man(the second part of the phrase sounds a bit off color). The video of the high scoring feat was what Bush referred to as inspiring real tears.
Well, anyway according to the paper nothing but awestruck spectators and dutiful but awestruck protesters lined the streets(I'd like to see some photo evidence of that, the sign the senior home put up in welcome was ripped down by hail then restored like the flag at Iwo Jima). Bush did not say much anyway but left it to other presenters and he met with some war veteran families who were not unsympathetic I gather.
The fact that the weather dampened the photo shoots really says it all. Nothing to see, move on. Nor did it dampen the rage of the kids forced to carry loads of books without benefit of bags, some from the market a mile away because the useless media camp followers scarfed up the school parking spots. Ours is a successful intelligent public school so Bush had little time to walk the twenty feet into any classroom of his choice. The cafeteria was brimming with pork ribs, cajun food and other Finger Lake delicacies for the Emperor and his retinue. The creamed corn and cold gravy was probably kept locked up in the basement.
What a treat it must have been to gawk and stammer at this event and note the colorful license plates. However if you were at a distance coming out for your mail and forgot the president was in town, the red laser dots would play over your chest, forehead and private parts from the S.S. snipers deployed for the folksy occasion.
This entertaining ceremony of greatness lacked some of the charm of a July 4th Firemen's Parade but the desultory WH choreographing never fails to wow the locals graced by the unique privilege, caps in hand, bowed heads, of beholding their lord.
No one asked how much it cost in trooper donuts, lost thruway tolls while the entire stretch was shut down, lost school hours, salaries for the retinue and- dear God- the cost in gas- all paid for from our humble tribute to a non-functioning government watched over by a sycophantic press.
All in all an odd waste of time, a going through the motions, a weak tokenism except for the weeping perhaps, an weather dulled event for the scrapbook of goggle eyed correspondents.
As far as impressing anyone beyond the scripted plug for the Rx fiasco, Bush pretty much escaped sinking then but saved his best peevish disconnect quotes for a testy slapdown of a senior at another location, another day. There was a protest by a student far away in town. He was paternalistically interviewed and condensed to a content empty snippet. The larger experienced protest was off toward the senior home end of town late in the afternoon, followed by a prayer vigil politely omitting the exorcism since Bush was well on his way home to bed.
Barf. I can't keep it up. Or down. No one I met had anything but criticism of the visit, but then they weren't being favored by the media for telling them what they were required to hear if they ever wanted to remain on the GOP visitation map.
And did he or did he not succeed in pronouncing Canandaigua? I think there is a news lockout on that.
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