DEFINING THE PRESIDENT–Commander in cheat

 Can you really be the Commander if you have to remind everyone that you are indeed, the Commander. I don’t think so. He says that he’s the commander guy. I like to think of him as the ‘the man not playing with a full deck’, guy.  Maybe the idiot savant, guy. The man who would be king, guy.  The ‘ain’t no lie to big’ guy. How about that  ’what drug am I on again, Laura’, guy.  The man looking for someone stupider than me, guy. The A.W.O.L, guy.  The missing link, guy.  The son of Barbara Bush, guy.  Daddy Bush other Dumbass son, guy.  Condi Rice’s husbandwhite male friend in the White House, guy. The Mission unaccomplished, guy.  The Mr. Death, guy.  The Dry Drunk, guy.  Friedo’s Great Adventure friend and guy.   “Hey you go to church, you want to be a Attorney General’s assistance”, guy.  Tony Blair’s puppit master, guy.  The fake Cowboy, guy.  “Blood is thicker than oil but oil is worth more” guy.  The widow and widower maker, guy.  Not fear, not sense, no way out, guy. Cheney is more evil than me, guy. The Pres. Ruby Giuliani wants to be like, guy.  Political Party killer, guy. The Saudi Arabia’s most bestess friend, guy.  The brain disconnect, guy.  The wrong way, guy. The “Jeb, can you help in Florida with those counts”, guy. The man with the razor blade wit, guy. The jerk can’t define himself cause he doesn’t really know what he is but we do.

THOSE CRAZY ARAB GUYS FROM AMERICA

Over the years I have had the opportunity to work with Arabs. I use to be a sales rep. for a food distributor.  So I have had plenty of ops to ‘interface’ with them. My first memory of Arabs in America was being on a fight from Dallas to Houston.   As the plane begin to fill up I was having dreams of having an empty seat next to me.  It was a hot August day and I was going to Calgary for ten days.  I told my travel agent a direct flight not lay overs no connections. So what does she do she book me on a flight that took me 350 miles the other way.  So I get to fly an extra 700 miles for not.  Well, anyway I’m lusting after this empty seat that I knew would be mine. Then as the plane is starting to move the stewardness with the guy in full Arab garb in hand comes down the isle and sets him in my middle seat.  He has his Bible in hand and as he was seated he opened it and he began to read aloud from it.  Of course, this was way back in 1989 and I still remember having a feeling about a bomb thingy. I thought if the guy hijacks this plane or if there is a bomb I will choke him to death with my bare hands.  My hands would be around his neck as we fell from the sky. He kept reading aloud as we went down the runway and into the air.  Not for one minute did he stop reading from the Koran and as we leveled off  and the stewardess came with drinks, he refuse to look at her.  She ask him if he wanted anything to drink and voice got louder to drown her out.  So I listened to him for an hour until the plane landed then his voice was silent. I guess it was just a bad case of ‘fear of flying’. I was just glad we weren’t flying off to Europe.