Bush has decided the voters deserve answers about his "lost years"
(1968-74). To that end, campaign HQ is publishing, in a serialized
format, a supplement to W's autobiography.
the responsibility of aristocracy. My Ivy League buddies were headed
for LA, London, Paris--where where they would continue our college
life of unrestricted debauchery on a whole new level. But with a
Dad in Congress and Granddad in the Senate--I was headed for Texas,
for a life of very restricted debauchery. All eyes
were on me.
never understood the whole "noblesse oblige" thing, and
now it was really starting to piss me off. Why was my family so
obsessed with this public service crap? Why couldn't we just go
for the money and stay out of sight like all the other rich people?
All my anger melted away, though, when that check came out.
was a perfect Spring day for a graduation. After the cermony we
all stood around in our robes under billowy tents on campus, nibbling
hors d'oeuvres and sipping martinis. Dad patted me on the back,
congratulating me, chuckling because he knew I hadn't done a bit
he slipped his hand into his suit pocket and out came a check for
$17,000. That was a lot back in 1968 for most people, but
for us it was just a crumb. Nevertheless, it was the first crumb
that was all mine. It was a tease; the message was,
"There's so, so much more where this comes from. Just come
to us, do your duty to the family and it will all be yours."
the pay-off was the catalyst, but suddenly I started to believe
the bullshit story I had been telling friends about actually wanting
to join the Guard and fly jets. I got goose bumps, feeling the presence
of generations of ancestor Bushes and Walkers who had all sacrificed
for greatness, for the family--for America--in every war
this country has ever fought.
then that I would prove myself, just like Dad did, flying fighters,
serving the people, RISKING MY LIFE...but in Texas??? What
kind of fraud was I? Guys my age were dying in swamps in Vietnam,
and I'd be defending the COAST OF TEXAS???
I resolved to surprise Dad by volunteering for Vietnam. He had
scheduled me an appointment at Westover Air Force base for the next
day. Some contacts of his there were to get me into the Guard and
into a special pilot training program normally reserved for regular
Air Force guys.
tomorrow, I would tell them I needed no special favors...that I
was finally, truly following in my father's footsteps...that I would
finally prove my courage, and my worthiness of holding the Bush
a bit, I tucked the check into my pocket and snatched another martini
from a passing waiter's tray. Tomorrow would be the most important
day of my life.
Is W really going to the War??? Or is this just a moment of idealistic,
and irrational zeal induced by a $17,000 adrenaline rush? Tune in
tomorrow and FIND OUT!
email suggestions--or full episodes--to [email protected].
If I use your episode, you get a by-line. If I get a bunch, I'll
start posting good ones on a separate page. It would be fun to have
a few different plot lines unfolding at the same time.
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"questionable" Bush site
Bush Kills Web Sites
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The November Coalition
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Cop Vs. CIA: LA Cop takes
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Movement Against Corruption
Forfeiture Endangers American