On the subject of George W. Bush’s presidency, there have already been a great number of postmortems written. Many of these are scathing, insult-filled diatribes for which the authors had been eagerly awaiting the opportunity to compose… for the last four-to-eight years.
Not this one.
While I will be the first to admit that I have not been a ‘fan’ of former-President Bush #43 (more: here, here & here), I am not going to use this piece as a means of criticism. Well, not all of it anyway… Rather, in a somewhat odd turn of events, I simply want to thank Mr. Bush.
Believe it or not, I voted for George W. Bush in the 2000 presidential election. Way back then (which seems like an eternity ago), Yours Truly was not the pajama-clad-politico that he is now. He wasn’t any kind of politico. In the fall of that year, I was a fresh-out-of-college-graduate who was simply concerned with clearing the hops and barley from my brain. I had recently acquired a reasonabe entry-level job, and my collective knowledge of politics could be summed up in Saturday Night Live sketches. Sad, I know. But that is why I voted for Bush: I thought that Al Gore was boring and obsessed with ‘lock boxes’ and that George W. Bush was a more ‘down-to-earth’ guy. Someone with whom I would like to have a beer, as it were.