And he would love us, it seems, if only he knew about us. Margery Eagan of the Boston Herald gives us a report on
Mr. Bush's proclivity for poop humor. I cut and paste from her article below:
U.S. New & World Reports' Paul Bedard says our commander in chief "loves flatulence jokes . . . can't get enough of fart jokes. He's also known to cut a few for laughs, especially when greeting new young aides."
In an interview yesterday, Bedard, who writes "Washington Whispers" for the weekly newsmagazine, also said he's heard about Bush's full-salute "Austin Greeting." That's when new aides come in for their "meet and greet."
"Word is," says Bedard, "he likes to gas a couple, and then bring the aide in and see what the kid's face looks like."
Naturally, the aide can't accuse the President or grimace or hold his nose. This dilemma apparently drives the presidential funny bone wild.
So does this mean our president farts on command?
"It's all in what you eat, I guess . . . beans, nachos," Bedard told me yesterday.
Does he do this with Cheney, Rummy and Rove?
"You mean the old farts?" says Bedard. "I like to think so."
Let this serve as final proof, if you needed any more: poop knows no political bounds. Poop transcends everything stupid about humanity that makes us argue like baboons. It's the one thing we all have in common: a fundamental basis for understanding.
So, just as an experiment, let's see if we can avoid degenerating the comments to this post into a I-hate-liberals, I-hate-conservatives masturbation session. Instead, let us revel in the one thing upon which we can all agree: poop is funny.