Whatever else he is, George W. Bush has not been a lucky president. Here he is, after eight disastrous years in office, in the TV spotlight to make his case for history in a sentimental setting, and millions of viewers can’t wait to see the last of him and get back to watching a miracle in Manhattan–a crippled airliner with 155 people landing without loss of life on a strip of river between the crowded shores of New York and New Jersey.
As the President was praising himself, Americans were impatient to learn about a man his age named Chesley B. Sullenberger III, who piloted a twin-jet Airbus safely into the water and then walked the aisles twice to make sure everyone was safe before finally leaving his craft.
An attentive mind and heart could not fail to be moved by the contrast between that airline captain and the man in the White House who steered America into a bloodbath in Iraq after 9/11 and who responded feebly to Katrina, telling us how he kept the nation safe.
I wonder if Sully read “My Pet Goat” to the distressed passengers?
Would it not have been appropriate and gracious of Bush to–before, in the middle or at the end of his self-aggrandizement bombast–at least give thanks for the “Miracle on the Hudson.”? Perhaps even say a word or two about the courage and skill of Captain Chesley B. Sullenberger III?
I guess not, it would have detracted from his “me, me,me” message.
Would it not be gracious of you ingrates to shut up and leave GWB alone after he has successfully protected us these past 7 years from having our throats slit by jihadists who WOULD HAVE IF THEY COULD HAVE?
Maybe the MSM will call a halt to some of its hagiographic coverage of the Obama festival this weekend long enough to let us enjoy some information of Capt. Sullenberg's heroic feat.