Sandman
March 13th 04, 11:00 AM
from www.salon.com:
Hearing President Bush these days constantly complain about "the
politicians" and John Kerry being part of a "Washington mind-set," and
saying things like "I got news for the Washington crowd" is like hearing
Courtney Love bitch about junkies.
"Washington insider" is by definition a function of one's proximity to the
president. That's you, Mr. Bush. You're ground zero. Ever wonder, sir, why
everyone stands and they play music when you enter a room? When you're given
check-writing privileges by the Federal Reserve, you just might be a
Washington insider.
Lemme try to explain it to you in a different way: You're not "Mr. Smith
goes to Washington" -- you're the Washington part. We need a Mr. Smith to
mess with you. You're not on a mission you reluctantly accepted, like the
old farts in "Space Cowboys." You campaigned for this job, and now you're
doing it again.
And having been the Grand Poobah for three years, it's a little late to be
selling yourself as some fish-out-of-water cowboy visiting the big city on
assignment. You're not McCloud, you're the grandson of a senator and the son
of a president and CIA director. For 15 of the last 22 years you've had a
key to the White House. The last thing that happened in Washington without
the Bushes getting a piece of it was Marion Barry's crack habit. "The
Exorcist" happened in Georgetown, but Satan had to run it by Jim Baker
first.
Hearing President Bush these days constantly complain about "the
politicians" and John Kerry being part of a "Washington mind-set," and
saying things like "I got news for the Washington crowd" is like hearing
Courtney Love bitch about junkies.
"Washington insider" is by definition a function of one's proximity to the
president. That's you, Mr. Bush. You're ground zero. Ever wonder, sir, why
everyone stands and they play music when you enter a room? When you're given
check-writing privileges by the Federal Reserve, you just might be a
Washington insider.
Lemme try to explain it to you in a different way: You're not "Mr. Smith
goes to Washington" -- you're the Washington part. We need a Mr. Smith to
mess with you. You're not on a mission you reluctantly accepted, like the
old farts in "Space Cowboys." You campaigned for this job, and now you're
doing it again.
And having been the Grand Poobah for three years, it's a little late to be
selling yourself as some fish-out-of-water cowboy visiting the big city on
assignment. You're not McCloud, you're the grandson of a senator and the son
of a president and CIA director. For 15 of the last 22 years you've had a
key to the White House. The last thing that happened in Washington without
the Bushes getting a piece of it was Marion Barry's crack habit. "The
Exorcist" happened in Georgetown, but Satan had to run it by Jim Baker
first.