‘Animal House in the West Wing’

My opinion of the president couldn’t get much lower, but even I find this hard to believe.

[Bush] loves to cuss, gets a jolly when a mountain biker wipes out trying to keep up with him, and now we’re learning that the first frat boy loves flatulence jokes. A top insider let that slip when explaining why President Bush is paranoid around women, always worried about his behavior. But he’s still a funny, earthy guy who, for example, can’t get enough of fart jokes. He’s also known to cut a few for laughs, especially when greeting new young aides, but forget about getting people to gas about that.

This comes by way of U.S. News & World Report, not Capitol Hill Blue, so there’s a bit more credibility standing behind the piece. For that matter, presidents engaging in odd inter-personal behavior isn’t entirely without precedent (how many people were asked to look at LBJ’s scar?).

That said, is it really possible that the president will pass gas, “especially when greeting new young aides,” for a cheap laugh? It sounds like a bit of a stretch.

Then again, perhaps it’s best not to expect too much of Bush’s social graces. I would have found it hard to imagine the president giving an unsolicited neck-rub to the Chancellor of Germany, or trying to publicly embarrass top administration officials for getting post-graduate degrees, too.

YUK! I could have gone all day without hearing that one. That is a heck of a way to treat people in the people’s house. Maybe it’s time for him to move back to the frat house.

  • How quickly you forget.

    He’s a GODLY man. He was chosen from before the beginning of time by God to save this nation in its hour of greatest need, in the depths of our National Fellatio Crisis, from the twin scourges of prosperity at home and peace abroad.

    And he had higer college grades than that awful Gore person, and has prettier and more accomplished children.

    So there!

  • Come on, do you want some guy who wind-surfs or somebody who farts? No-brainer in red america.

  • Bush loves to cuss and make fart jokes, which puts him on the level of the average fourth grade boy. Even better, his aides think it’s funny when he “cuts a few for laughs.” That explains so much.

    I can’t wait until the adults are back in charge.

  • It fits in with the insulting nicknames and all the uninvited face touching, kissing, shoulder massages, and rubbing of bald heads. It’s fratboy dominance. He gets off on demonstrating that he’s the most powerful person around so people have to put up with whatever he does and pretend to enjoy it.

  • This story evokes thoughts of Air Force One fitted out with fuzzy dice in the cockpit, a lowered suspension, Yosemite Sam “Back Off!” mudflaps, a rag stuffed into the gas tank opening, and a coat hanger for an antenna.

    The Dems should do a straight-faced telethon asking Americans to send Beano to the White House. (“We must support our “flatulence president” in time of war.”)

  • And to remember that in 2000 Boy George II said he’d bring honor and dignity back to the Oval Office. How exactly is a private peep show and blow job worse than this?

  • David “Douchebag” Brooks will now write an op-ed claiming this is so endearing to red-state America and that the East coast elitists just don’t understand.

    His ass-puppet Tierney will then write another op-ed on how this sort of behavior should be adopted by women in order to finally “break through the glass ceiling.”

    Although my Grandma Josephina would always say [about gas], “better out than in.”

  • “Excuse me, sir, is this the White House?”
    (Bush peeing on Rose Garden) “SURE! C’mon in!!”

  • It is rumored that if you hold your Bic lighter under someone’s backside, and then give it a “flick” when they cut one loose, that you will cause that individual’s rectum to ignite—and possibly explode. With this in mind, I’m wondering when one of Herr Bush’s fratboy friends will splatter his “allegedly-presidential you-know-whats” all over the walls of the Oval Office…lol….

  • Had G. Armstrong Custer had the chance to size up Bush, it would have been — Muleskinner!

    Ole’ GW, pulling the sheet over all of our heads and laughing hysterically. Major league asshole — Big Time. No wonder Cheney keeps his distance and appears to live without breathing.

  • “Excuse me, sir, is this the White House?”
    (Bush peeing on Rose Garden) “SURE! C’mon in!!”

    Later, at a state dinner:

    “Yo, Blair! Pull my finger!” (said with mouthful of Parker House roll.)

  • We didn’t need a national discussion of presidential effluvia the last time around, and we don’t need one now.

    However, apparently we now know what he’s doing whenever he leans onto a podium and gets a strained look on his face.

  • Letterman, Leno, et.al., are going to love this. Myself, I always thought that walk of his was caused by a load in his pants, but I never heard any inside poop.

  • So all this time when they’ve been calling him “fratboy” it was really a typo.

  • I can’t imagine this playing particularly well in the red states: a lot of those people were deeply dismayed by how Clinton diminshed the dignity of the office, and this does not represent uplifting presidential behavior.

    However, it does raise some interesting new questions for discussion.

    Was there more than we thought to that look of disgust on Andrea Merkel’s face last month?

    Is the “Wit and Wisdom of George W. Bush” book going to be in scratch & sniff format?

    Who deserves the nickname “Turd Blossom” now?

  • Letterman, Leno, et.al., are going to love this….

    Yep…

    To wit…

    My prediction:

    Leno will say,

    It gives new meaning to that word Bush made up: ‘suiciders.’

    [CBS Band inserts cymbal thwack…]

  • Way after the rose garden scene we will get to the scene where the frat boys tell America:
    “Hey, you f*cked-up – you trusted us!”

  • It’s never funny when someone else farts, but it’s funny when people talk about someone who farts. As this thread plainly shows. ROFLMAO, as they say.

    It’s fratboy dominance. He gets off on demonstrating that he’s the most powerful person around so people have to put up with whatever he does and pretend to enjoy it.

    Comment by KCinDC

    Fratboy Dominance is a great phrase. Did anyone see that old Twilight Zone about a kid whose thoughts happened in reality. The fearful people around him kept saying, “It’s good that you done that.” no matter what evil he caused.

  • “Excuse me, sir, is this the White House?”
    (Bush peeing on Rose Garden) “SURE! C’mon in!!”
    Comment by 2Manchu

    $20 says Bush thinks the German’s bombed Pearl Harbor …

  • Unholy,
    Okay, there’s a Bush’s granddad/nazi joke/reference in there somewhere…

    someone smarter than me will have to come up with something, though

  • While fat, drunk and stupid may be no way to go through life, it seems to be the way to go through a Presidency.

    Well, except for the fat part. But Cheney has that covered, so …

  • I’m curious what in Bush’s history leads CB to even remotely disbelieve rumors of boorish behavior and schadenfreude?

    I’m personally surprised he’s never asked a member of the press corps to pull his finger.

  • 2Manchu:

    Regarding a Bush Grandpoppy joke — here’s the closest thing I’ve heard (sorry if you’ve heard/seen it):

    A German grandpa looks in on his 20 year-old grandson at the computer and says, “You’re spending all your time in front of that screen, young man. You need to get out and LIVE. When I was your age, I went to the Moulin Rouge, got drunker than snot, screwed all the dancers, trashed the place, and pissed on the bartender on the way out.”

    A week later, Grandpa looked in his grandson. The young man is covered with bruises, his arm in a sling, and two black eyes. “Sweet Jesus and all the Orphans,!” exclaimed Grandpa. “What happened to you?”

    Well,’ said the grandson, “I did what you did. I went to the Moulin Rouge, got drunker than snot, screwed all the dancers, trashed the place, and pissed on the bartender on the way out. And they beat the living crap out of me, Grandpa!”

    “Who did you go with?” asked Grandpa.

    “A couple of buddies from school,” the boy answered. Who did you go with, Grandpa?’

    “The S. S.”

  • Q: When you’re talking about politics, what do you and [your father] talk about?
    Bush: Pussy.
    – To David Fink of the Hartford Courant, at the 1988 Republican Convention

    Even back in 1988 he was an insufferable sophomoric moron. Any time anybody talks about how his immaturity and stupidity are a recent phenomenon, you might want to point out this quote.

    And yes, there are plenty more…

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