By Keegan Hamilton
By Albert Samaha
By Village Voice staff
By Tessa Stuart
By Albert Samaha
By Steve Weinstein
By Devon Maloney
By Tessa Stuart
So it's not too late to make a final plea: Bush, don't leave us journalists hanging.
Don't pardon our behavior during the past eight years. Don't make us commute our sentences. Bail us out. Don't leave.
George W. Bush has set a standard that's unmatched in the history of the U.S. presidency. And now, with the bar he's set, he's leaving us in limbo?
Bush is abandoning reporters when we need him the most. The newspaper industry is in the tank, and no other bailouts are in the offing. Survival depends on a sense of humor, and what will journalists do without Bush?
He's been the problem. He'll never be the solution. And that's why he needs to stick around.
It's a selfish argument, but what's more American than selfishness, or haven't you been following the Bernie Madoff saga?
For journalists accustomed to feeling dumbstruck, this goes beyond selfishness to true double-pronged satisfaction: self-expression and a strong sense of duty to lick the roadkill clean so the public doesn't step in it.
Face it: Reporters are vultures, and Bush is the carcass that never stops putrefying.
Carry on without Bush? Can't imagine how journalists will do it.
Barack Obama may be the first black person elected president, but compared with Bush, he's colorless. Reporters certainly won't be catching Obama frequently flub-a-dubbing at press conferences or getting stumped on the stump.
The days are over when drooling reporters will get to pick at such presidential bone mots as "Fool me once, shame on—shame on you. Fool me—you can't get fooled again" or the more recent "Let's make sure that there is certainty during uncertain times in our economy."
So the question is not whether the human being and fish can coexist peacefully," as Bush once philosophized, but whether reporters can live without Bush as life drags on.
Fun and excitement make time pass so quickly. Where have the past eight years gone? They've just flown by, except maybe for the families of the thousands of U.S. soldiers killed, maimed, or shell-shocked in Iraq since Bush declared, "Mission accomplished!"
The shoe. My Pet Goat.
Yellowcake. The flight suit. Curveball.
Poetry doesn't usually put food on the table, but poetry editors sometimes do well, and Slate's Jacob Weisberg elbowed his way to the front row at the parade of politics and words with his meticulously collected Bushisms archive. Somehow, I don't see Weisberg gaffing similar gaffes from Obama, who never seems to be in over his head as a communicator.
Which gives journalists a serious problem: The new president is as eloquent as Bush isn't, but how many different ways can reporters note that for their readers? That'll get old quickly.
And if Obama's not the man of peace lefties hope he is (don't worry, he isn't, if he's installed Hillary Clinton and Dennis Ross as his Middle East peacemakers), you can bet that he's not going to start many, if any, wars.
That's right, no more unilateral invasions.
That means rough times ahead for writers. As Thomas Hardy—a serious writer, not a journalist—once noted, "War makes rattling good history, but peace is poor reading."
There have been no worries on that score while Bush has been president. Just a few months (or minutes) after 9/11, the Bush-Cheney regime abandoned the hunt for Osama bin Laden and started plotting how to justify an invasion of Iraq.
Maybe it doesn't matter where the politicians send a generation or two to die. If the Iraq invasion was built on lies, well, politicians will always lie; it's just that some lies are bigger than others, and when they are, reporters have more to gnaw on.
But it was when Bush accidentally spoke the truth that he truly took our breath away. Like when he said in August 2004, while signing a gigantic Department of Defense bill, "Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we."
Hold that thought, Bush. And good luck to reporters who are waiting for the next president to say something like that.
In fact, covering Obama will be torture for the traveling White House press corps. Instead of going to Crawford, Texas, where there were no distractions and they had to focus on work, they'll have to tag along with the Obamas to Hawaii during presidential respites from D.C.
Waterboarding's out; surfboarding's in. Boring.
The liberal media and lefty activists have already abandoned their carping at Bush for the even more futile flurry of "suggestions" to Obama about how he can "change" things.