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This is What it Sounds Like When Hawks Cry

September 5, 2007

So I was reading this wonderfully puketastic article earlier, Bush tells biographer: ‘I do tears’ which had this interesting anecdote in it:

Told of a false alarm the night[*] of Sept. 11, 2001, when he and his wife, Laura, were in bed in the White House after the day’s traumatic events and a Secret Service agent came to the bedroom and told them to get to the bunker. “They’re coming,” the agent said. “We’re under attack.” The couple hurried to the bunker, the president carrying a dog under one arm and a cat under the other, with his wife slipping on a bathrobe and fuzzy slippers, feeling blind without her contact lenses. The source of the alarm — a plane in closed airspace over the Potomac River — turned out to be an authorized flight.

At that time, of course, all non-military and non-medical flights were grounded. The White House would surely have known about a military flight in the area. (Right?) Could the aerial transfer of somebody’s Uncle Lewie’s donated liver be what sent the White House into a state of emergency?

This is one of the stories put out there to cement the legacy of this presidency? Scared and confused, bleary eyed and half asleep, shuffling down to the bomb shelter in his PJ’s?

Tireless; caffeine chugging; rolled-back shirtsleeves; in a conference room full of advisers; refusing to go hide in the shelter; “I’m the president goddamnit! What the hell’s going on out there?!” I’m just saying might have been better.

Musta been fuckin scary. I can see why he cries.

* It was, quite literally, the night of September 11. According to 911Timeline.net the false alarm was at 11:08 pm. Were I the president, I wouldn’t have cried myself to sleep ’till well into the morning of the 12th anyways.

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One Comment leave one →
  1. September 9, 2007 6:35 AM

    ‘Slong as he keeps those tears off o’ gawd’s balls, eh.

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