June 25, 2008--Royal Flush
Down where we winter in Florida one of our favorite restaurants is located on George Bush Drive. It’s a good place for local fish, but we have trepidations every time we consider going over there: What will our snarky New York City friends think about us if they know we're frequenting a place located on a street named after our fearless leader.
About ethically complex matters of this kind it’s good to have an MBA for a spouse. Actually, it’s even better to have a smart one. As evidence, one night as we were skulking over there Rona said to me that I should stop being so silly, “It’s not named after him; it’s named for his father. Can’t you see the street sign? There’s an ‘H. W.’ and not an ‘H’ between the ‘George’ and the ‘Bush.’”
Thereafter, without guilt, I was really able to enjoy my pan seared Pompano with mango sauce.
On the other hand, I’m glad we don’t live in California because out there, if the Presidential Memorial Commission of San Francisco is successful with its November ballot initiative, the currently-named Oceanside Wastewater Treatment Facility will be rechristened the George W. Bush Sewage Plant.
Though the more I think about it, if we did live there, potty time would be so much more pleasant when thinking about the ultimate destination of my flushes.
The Commission, of course, is being satirical. But, satire aside, they in fact need only a few more signatures to place the initiative on the ballot. And in overwhelmingly-Democratic San Francisco (83 percent voted Democratic in 2004), there’s a pretty good chance it will be approved.
Republicans out there are so concerned that they have resorted to using their familiar Karl Rovian attack tactics, claiming that the Commission came up with the idea by getting “a bunch of guys drunk.” (See New York Times article linked below.)
But these Commission folks are new, non-wimpy Democrats and won’t allow themselves to be swiftboated. Like Barack Obama said about himself in the current issue of Rolling Stone, they “don’t do cowering.”
So they fought back, admitting that, yes, in fact that’s how they came up with the idea—over drinks at a neighborhood bar where they wrote the idea down on a cocktail napkin.
They even have plans for the renaming ceremony—it will occur on January 20th at the moment when the new president is inaugurated. And at the stroke of noon when President Obama places his hand on the Bible (and not on the you-know-what) they plan a synchronized flush by thousands of San Franciscans, which will send a flood in the direction of the George W. Bush.
About ethically complex matters of this kind it’s good to have an MBA for a spouse. Actually, it’s even better to have a smart one. As evidence, one night as we were skulking over there Rona said to me that I should stop being so silly, “It’s not named after him; it’s named for his father. Can’t you see the street sign? There’s an ‘H. W.’ and not an ‘H’ between the ‘George’ and the ‘Bush.’”
Thereafter, without guilt, I was really able to enjoy my pan seared Pompano with mango sauce.
On the other hand, I’m glad we don’t live in California because out there, if the Presidential Memorial Commission of San Francisco is successful with its November ballot initiative, the currently-named Oceanside Wastewater Treatment Facility will be rechristened the George W. Bush Sewage Plant.
Though the more I think about it, if we did live there, potty time would be so much more pleasant when thinking about the ultimate destination of my flushes.
The Commission, of course, is being satirical. But, satire aside, they in fact need only a few more signatures to place the initiative on the ballot. And in overwhelmingly-Democratic San Francisco (83 percent voted Democratic in 2004), there’s a pretty good chance it will be approved.
Republicans out there are so concerned that they have resorted to using their familiar Karl Rovian attack tactics, claiming that the Commission came up with the idea by getting “a bunch of guys drunk.” (See New York Times article linked below.)
But these Commission folks are new, non-wimpy Democrats and won’t allow themselves to be swiftboated. Like Barack Obama said about himself in the current issue of Rolling Stone, they “don’t do cowering.”
So they fought back, admitting that, yes, in fact that’s how they came up with the idea—over drinks at a neighborhood bar where they wrote the idea down on a cocktail napkin.
They even have plans for the renaming ceremony—it will occur on January 20th at the moment when the new president is inaugurated. And at the stroke of noon when President Obama places his hand on the Bible (and not on the you-know-what) they plan a synchronized flush by thousands of San Franciscans, which will send a flood in the direction of the George W. Bush.
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