President Bush taking responsibility for the federal response to Katrina is big news. But the bigger news is what prompted him to make such a move.
Essentially oblivious until four days after the storm—because as he boasts he doesn’t read the paper—his aides had to COMPILE A FUCKING DVD of all the worst parts from t.v. coverage to get through to him. (read the Newsweek piece on this here.) He watched it on September 2nd on Air Force One on the way back down to the gulf.
I can see it now. They probably first had to get him out of the cockpit (maybe even off the pilot’s lap) and settle him down. Perhaps he was wearing his favorite Lone Ranger jammies. They hand him a juice box and say:
“Mr. President, we have something to show you,” they tell him sternly.
Bush eyes the D.V.D in their hand. Its shiny surface catches his attention.
“Goodie! A movie! This plane ride is soooooooooooooo boring.” He starts hopping up and down.
The aides exchange solemn looks, place the disc in the machine and push play.
What the man saw changed him, like it did everyone else.
I sympathize with him with the news thing. In journalism school my instructors required us to read the newspaper—several infact—every single day. It was a drag at times.
I understand Mr. President, really. But couldn’t you at least pick up a Weekly Reader once in a while? Ask Jenna to bring one home from school. Or leave the Today Show on in the background during cabinet meetings. You’ll be surprised at what you’ll pick up.
We just really kinda need you in the loop, ok?