Borrowing the technology of 'Being John Malcovic', the author is able to provide annotation for Bush's speech to the RNC as heard through the mind of the 'Decider'.
And now, Ladies and Germs, give a warm Republican welcome to the 'Decider', the Commando-in-Chief, the President of the United States of America (for at least another fiscal quarter), GEORGE W. BUSH!
I know what it takes to be president.
(Unfortunately, I don’t have what it takes to be a good one.)
In these past eight years, I’ve sat at the Resolute desk
(That’s the one next to the water-cooler outside Cheney’s office.)
and reviewed the daily intelligence briefings, the threat assessments and the reports from our commanders on the front lines.
(Well, I didn’t actually ‘review’ cuz, y’know, I just hate to read but Dick or that nice Addington fella told me the gist of it.)
I’ve stood in the ruins of buildings knocked down by killers
(the ones in Jew York City and the ones in Iraq, too.)
and promised the survivors I would never let them down.
(I just hope that don’t hold me to it cuz I’ve got more brush to clear down on the ranch and that thing in Afghani-whatever ain’t going so well, Condi says.)
I know the hard choices that fall solely to a president.
(And I’m batting pretty close to 1.000 on getting them all wrong but ‘Hey’ you gotta swing for the fences, right? Or why step up to the plate? (I love a good baseball metaphor, don’t you?))
John McCain’s life has prepared him to make those choices.
(For me, it was my close ties with the Saudi Royal family and my personal ‘hot line’ to Jesus.)
He is ready to lead this nation.
(Down the primrose path, for four more years of economic ruin for the middle- class and the poor (who ever they are, I forget…) and prob’ly a couple more cool, never-ending conflicts to show the world we’re still #1 at ‘standing tall’ and kickin’ ass!)
From the day of his commissioning,
(when he barely passed the flight training – something we have in common!)
John McCain was a respected naval officer
(whose father and grandfather were admirals, so those tars and avi-a-tors had damned well better respect him.)
who made decisions on which the lives of others depended.
(Mostly of course it was decisions like when to drop bombs on the Vietnamese peasants and the like; y’know - ‘Life and Death’.)
As an elected public servant,
(of the wonderfully generous lobbyists of Big Oil and my other buddies)
he earned the respect of colleagues in both parties
(who are also deep in the pockets of Big Oil and my other buddies)
as a man to follow when there’s a tough call to make.
(F’rinstance when he has to figure out which of his mansions he wants to spend the weekend at.)
John McCain’s life is a story of service above self.
(Or is that ‘the service of story to self’? Whatever… But the ‘official’ story of John’s life 40 years ago is the story we’re selling here so even if all the facts don’t fit, Karl says that’s no matter seeing as Americans’re such a stupid bunch.)
Forty years ago in an enemy prison camp,
(I’ll never understand why those folks took being bombed and slaughtered so personally…)
Lieutenant Commander McCain was offered release ahead of others who had been held longer.
(Cuz they thought he was some kinda royalty or something, I guess, his father being an Admiral an' all.)
His wounds were so severe that anyone would have understood if he had accepted.
(Let’s see, about that time, I was outside Houston in the Air National Guard - when I wasn’t AWOL! Heh-heh)
(I guess that just goes to show you there IS a difference between the two of us.)
For that selfless decision, he suffered nearly five more years of beatings and isolation.
(Let’s see, yeah, I was on my way to Harvard Law School. They sure were surprised to see a ‘C’ student sitting in class! Just goes to show, ‘It ain’t what you know but WHO you know.’ So, there, Obama-jama.)
When he was released, his arms had been broken, but not his honor.
(Prob’ly best not to mention that his nickname was ‘the Songbird’; he was hurtin’, after all. Just wish some of those Al Qaeda boys in Gitmo would start singin’…)
(Not all of you, just the rich, connected ones, okay?)
if the Hanoi Hilton
(Always flash on that crotch-shot of Paris when I say that…)
could not break John McCain’s resolve to do what is best for his country,
(Like, y’know, staying alive and that sort of stuff.)
you can be sure the ‘Angry Left’ never will.
(I’ll never understand why they’re so pissed. Why don’t they like me? I’m a pretty regular guy for a spoiled rich kid who’s led the country to ruin three different ways to Sunday. But that’s mostly Dick and Donnie’s doing, y’know. And that Addington guy and Paul and, and Condi.. and….)