By Mary Lyon -- World News Trust
That pig. That’s all he could talk about. That’s all he wanted to be asked about. That pig. Okay, America -- had a bellyful YET? Has the acid reflux (or is that Axis-of-Evil Reflux) set in yet? Do you still not believe that you ate the whole thing -- much less why it’s making you feel ill?
That pig. I saw the news clips replayed numerous times, during which George W. Bush and German Chancellor Angela Merkel held a news conference just ahead of some big banquet planned for that same evening, and it certainly gave me a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. The leaders were going to break bread together a few hours from then, and George was smacking his lips at the thought of some big barbecued pig-fest into which he would soon be sinking his knife and fork. Before my disgust fully took hold, I instantly flashed back in time to memories of each of my kids when they were infants. All hell could be breaking loose around them, but if they were seated in that high chair which was affixed to the dinner table, and there was food there within grabbing distance, that’s all they cared about. Nothing else entered their minds. Babies are expected to be self-centered. It’s all they know -- what’s immediately in their reach. But Junior just turned 60. You’d think he’d have progressed beyond that primordial State of Sheer Self by now. Unfortunately, I don’t think so. All he seems to know or care about is what’s spread out directly in front of him -- for him to grab, strictly for himself. Nothing, and no one else matters.
That pig. It’s all Dubya wanted to talk about, joke about, and wax poetic about. Even while he was confronted with the most serious of questions from serious reporters who seemed -- um -- well, at least a trifle concerned about how swiftly the Middle East now seems to be racing straight toward Hell, that was his chief and overriding concern: that pig. What he was going to eat. What he was going to stuff himself with. What was on the menu this evening to satisfy his ever-present gluttony. Never mind the bombings. Never mind the vendettas of horrifying, escalating violence. Never mind the whole area being aflame with turmoil and disruption and death. Never mind that NEW turf -- not just Iraq and Afghanistan -- was being reduced to rubble. Never mind that the chaos was spreading, spiraling farther and farther out of any hopes of control or containment. Never mind the raging fires now burning more and more ferociously in just about every global hot spot you can name -- the Middle East -- AND THEN SOME. Never mind how far the genie has escaped from the bottle by now. Never mind. All George cared about was that pig. He wasn’t even that interested in anybody’s questions -- unless he could make his cutesy, folksy, reg-‘lar guy, let’s-go-have-a-beer (um -- YEAH… with an alcoholic, no less!) jokes about his eagerness to pig out on that pig. Bigtime gumption over pig-time consumption.
more
http://worldnewstrust.org/modules/AMS/article.php?storyid=3911