Never Give a Sucker an Even Break went the title of a W.C. Fields comedy. Never give a public figure the benefit of the doubt is the credo I've come to accept.
Case in point, Laura Bush. When I wrote about the Bush women in a recent Vanity Fair, I succumbed to the temptation of hoping/believing she wasn't a cold mackeral without a conscience like the rest of the extended clan. That she was different, better, a Douglas Sirk heroine trapped in a soft prison of convention. No, she's just another warden in a pantsuit. Set out to oppose Nancy Reagan on embryonic stem-cell research (pitting woman against woman is a classic Bushite ploy), her soft, sedative misrepresentations revealed her as just another saccharine phony. And her defense of the swift boat ads--disgusting.
Then there was her cello tribute to her husband at the Republican National Monster Zell Rally. When she spoke so movingly of watching him through the window walking on the lawn below, wrestling with the difficult decisions ahead in the war against terror. This of course would explain why Bush barged into a meeting Condi Rice was having with senators to announce, "Fuck Saddam. We're taking him out." After his dark afternoons of the soul he was simply giving way to the sort of boyish irrepressible exuberance that made Mickey Rooney such a terror at M-G-M.
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