That "Cowboy From Crawford" Is Sitting Taller In His Saddle!
By Debbie Daniel (12/03/03)
I can still see the image of the Lone Ranger on a mountain top with “Silver,” his horse, reared up on his hind legs, while the cowboy yells “Hi-Yo Silver, away.”
That´s the same image I pictured as George Bush “mounted” his plane leaving Baghdad last Thursday. I could even hear, “In your face, Saddam .. . yours too, Osama.”
Ha! Don´t you just love that cowboy from Crawford?
For those of you who just snarled at me and reared up on your own high-horse, you might need to leave the room before your blood pressure goes up, because I´m not through.
I´m also reminded of the Carpenters´ song: “There´s a kind of hush, all over the world tonight,” as I envisioned Democrats everywhere choking on turkey legs as they heard the breaking news of the President´s Thanksgiving Day surprise. I bet Ted Kennedy spat gravy clear across the room . . . now don´t get choked up, Senator.
I let out a war-whoop that excited everyone at my house and then we all sat around looking at pictures from Baghdad. I was overjoyed and crying at the same time. What a great Thanksgiving gift to those soldiers.
Yee-haw . . . the cowboy rides again! Isn´t that just like George W?
Can you believe that president of ours just walked into the Baghdad Airport, served lunch to the soldiers and left? What a coup!
While the main press corps is still whining and crying “UNFAIR” — coming up with silly and obnoxious remarks like: “George Bush is trying to control the media” . . . “having it his way” . . . “forcing the media to lie” . . . and whatever other rubbish they can conjure up — mainly because they didn´t get asked to go, the Sheriff´s back in town running the country. Whaa! Whaa! Whaa! Will they ever stop their bellyaching?
Tom Daschle made a comment last Sunday on one of the news shows saying, “I thought Bush came to Washington to change the tone. He´s made it worse.”
No, Mr. Daschle, he´s made it better. We´re tired of your tone . . . that same old drone that compromises America. We´re glad to have a leader singing a different tune. I kind of like the music that´s been playing from the White House lately, and many other Americans like it too.
I get the idea that you don´t care to play with this president? So why don´t you take your marbles and go home . . . all of you? You´ll spare us all a lot of heartache by not having to listen to your constant groaning.
There´s a big difference in constructive criticism and relentless reproach.
I figure the main campaign question we´ll be asked by the Democrats in 2004 is: “Are you better off than you were four years ago?” My question to the Dems is: “Are you still alive, pardner?”
We´re always so worried about being better off. We´ve got this idea that if we´re not better off than the year before, something is wrong. Are we entitled to being better off?
We´re at the mercy of thugs who would put a bullet through our heads in an instant, and we´re obsessed with being better off.
Some folks tell me I´m absolutely crazy, but that cowboy from Crawford, Texas is my hero. I don´t know how he doesn´t “break” amidst the turmoil of unseemly vitriol that would leave others lying in the dust, but he seems to sit a little taller in his saddle, kicks with both spurs and goes forward at a full gallop. Wow! I love to watch him in action!
He just doesn´t care what you think about him, and that´s his strength. He loves to be underestimated — and when he is — he always comes out shining.
I picture him in a boxing ring with nine fighters punching him from every angle, but he just keeps moving from one presidential candidate to the other and lets each one have their hit at him. After they´re finished, he gets on his horse and rides away. Just like that.
I see that scenario over and over in my mind and I keep asking, “Why doesn´t he hit back and punch the heck out of those little weasels?” But he won´t, and he doesn´t. Shucks . . . just one good lick would make me feel better.
Ha, but that cowboy from Crawford is a better person than most of us. And don´t tell me you could handle it. Humph, I don´t know a man anywhere that could walk away from the kind of scourging he takes everyday. What a guy!
And yes, the taller he sits in that saddle, the greater a target he becomes.
My greatest fear has been that this president would be shot down by the enemy, but I now believe, that that very act could not hurt near as much as the way I´ve seen this president shot down by his own countrymen. The venom spewed from mouths of statesmen is lethal, but he sits tall against it all.
I´m so appalled at those people who are concerned that George Bush calls upon his Lord Jesus Christ for strength to get him through the day. So many seem to be turned off by this . . . .
But those same folks — not so long ago — weren´t the least bit bothered when our last president seemed to call upon a young woman to get him through the day, and that was okay.
Yes, I guess it´s a personal thing. George, you just keep on praying. I, for one, am mighty proud of you.
There are those of us who have been angry at many of the countries that have not been willing to stand with America. Just as Mr. Bush posed the challenge, “Either you´re with us or you´re against us,” I would pose the same challenge to you about our president: “Are you with him, or against him?” There´s absolutely no way we can win this war if we stand against our leader.
Now picture that, and look who wins.
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