Bush’s Feet: Holy?


Our old friend Seattle points us to yet another gem, Jimmy Breslin’s column published today. Get a load of this:

For days now, the job at Eisenhower Park in Nassau County has been to follow the order from the White House through the Secret Service and down to the park workers:“The president’s feet are not to touch the dirt.”

So all yesterday, large crews drawn from all county parks worked to ensure that, as always in his life, George Bush’s feet do not touch the ground when he appears in the big park today.

Bush arrives for a fund-raiser at a restaurant in the park. That is indoors and he doesn’t have to worry about his feet there. But he has to go over ground to an administration building where he is to meet with families of 9/11 victims. After that, he has to go over more ground to get to the site of a memorial to the victims.

He doesn’t want his feet on the ground and he will be at a groundbreaking ceremony. (emphasis added)

His Holy of Holiesness has found a new way to boost employment and at the expense of somebody else’s budget–have some workers build walkways so his feet never have to touch the ground.

Is this a symbol of how far Junior is out of touch or is it not? Glorioski, Sandy, heaven forfend the tootsies of Our Glorious Leader should ever be forced to make contact with the actual Earth he’s so determined to see exploited. His True Place is in the Clouds far from the rabble madding crowd below, not ruining his new shine with the common dirt in which us low-life vermin live.

They put up a concrete sidewalk from the parking lot to a ramp leading into a side entrance to the building.The rain and sleet made it impossible for the concrete to dry. So they changed from concrete to the asphalt used on streets. They hoped the president wouldn’t mind this. After all, it would protect his feet from touching the earth. Gravel and hot steaming asphalt.

When they finally had it done, a full-fledged asphalt path, a Secret Service agent put his foot through the steam and left a large footprint in the walk that was to keep the president’s feet off the ground.

The Secret Service man walked on blithely. He gave no indication that he knew where he was. The workmen muttered and had to go back and fix the walk.

It was the least they could do. The mind reels….,

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s