During the debates, we discovered that George W. Bush is truly the Ashlee Simpson of politics: at his best when prerecorded. While it may be disconcerting to know that our handsome President can’t get through 90 seconds without Karl Rove whispering not-so-sweet nothings in his ear, I suppose we should be grateful that Mr. Bush’s transmitter didn’t pick up a police scanner. Imagine the look on Charlie Gibson’s face had Mr. Bush interrupted talk of his glorious “I came, I saw, I conjured” victory in Iraq to alert the nation of the impending apprehension of fecklessly famous crack whore by the local police.
November 19, 2004 5:36 AM
