Bush Pedaled while Cindy’s Spurned: On the Ranch with Pres. "Bike Guy"

The Story of Cindy’s vigil is one of contrasts.  The longer she waits, worse the outrageous antics of the other side looks in comparison with her quiet dignity

This Morning’s outrage came with an extra-large side of Irony. You simply can’t make up something like  a man plowing his pick-up through a field of crosses and American flags to show his Patriotism and support for our good Christian president.  (and anyone want to bet on whether the truck that demolished a War memorial had a “support our Troops” ribbon on it?)

Truck boy though is a red herring.  For sheer stupidity, effrontery and callousness, nothing can match what W did on Sunday. The man too busy with fundraisin’, and world-runnin’, and all sorts of important president stuff to meet with Cindy, Held a bike ride- complete with commemorative socks

However, on his bike and away from his handlers President Pee-Wee let his guard down and let his true character come out, and its not pretty. Lets put on a full-body condom and dive into that psyche shall we?

The money quote of the afternoon,  W’s  Depak Choopra-esque soliloquy on balance in his life has been covered extensively already.  But there was so much more revealed during this little jaunt.

Let’s start at the beginning of the ride when W, laid down the Rules, to the reporters  (and yes, he was serious  in that way that people who later claim to be “only kidding” always are:)

Is our Commander-in- Chief really that much of a competitive asshole frat boy?   Don’t those rules remind you of the insecure jackass boss who will fire you if you beat them at a game but constantly gloat if you let them win?  

How pathetically insecure is our president that he seeks validation by beating people who are forced to be nice to him?  He’s the freaking most powerful Man in the world {well after Karl and Dick}  and he still needs people he can belittle to stroke his ego?!!

And make no mistake; the president was trying very hard to show off during the ride.

Let’s hear USA Today’s Sal Rubial’stake on the ride:

and this is where things get really Freudian:

Lovely.  Our president is an adrenaline junky with a Peter Pan complex.  Good thing he doesn’t have access to nuclear weapons or anything.  Going down hill at 35 mph on a bike is also called “recklessly hurtling down a hill out of control” .   Which, come to think of it, is kinda an apt metaphor for America recently, wonder if there’s a connection?.

And Sportswriter Sal Rubial’s assessment of W’s biking style is an equally apt analysis of his for his foreign policy:

Invasions, blowing shit up, destroying 3rd rate armies weakened by a decade of sanctions?  Love that.  Sticking around, rebuilding the nation, ensuring a stable peaceful society in the interim?  Not so much.

Well Lets give credit where credit due.  Bush is actually a very good bike rider:

And this is significant because Sal is not USA Today’s WH guy, (no, of course not,  why oh why would you send a real journalist to private event with the president?  the rest of the crew included “seven journalists, a woman from the State Department and her husband – a D.C. bike messenger Bush calls “Mailman” – and two Secret Service agents.)

Ya see, according to his bio:

So no slouch on the pedals himself,  he had to work to keep up with W, who was having an “alpha male” moment.  

Of course, its not an entirely fair competition since unlike the sportswriter, who presumably has a day job, the president certainly has had plenty of time to train:

 And W himself described how he snatches tiny fragments of relaxation from his intense Presidential schedule:

Now, see,  that’s the advantage of taking a nice low stress job with no important decisions to make like being the PRESIDENT OF THE FREAKING UNITED STATES!, you have plenty of time to exercise.

But of course W Makes no apologies for his badly skewed priorities (shocker):

Oh, I get it! your utterly narcissistic fitness obsession is Job Related you need to work out so you can be a better president! { when’s that expected to kick in anyway?}

Which is a lovely theory, except: Bill Clinton was, how can I put this gently?, -a Big ‘Ol Tub of Goo by comparison,  and he, well, kicked your scrawny ass in every metric of Presidential performance imaginable!

Hmm. Wonder if he got an edge by spending all that extra time reading PDB’s Instead of showing off a skill mastered in grade school to middle aged reporters?  Just thinking out loud here…..

and then W’s musings turn downright delusional:

Georgie, “you keep using that word, I do not think it means what you think it means.” > Swallow hard and get this:  W thinks that riding his bike on a private ranch in the Middle of Freaking Nowhere Texas, surrounded by armed security guards is getting outside the Bubble!.   W has officially retreated so far into the bubble he doesn’t even recognize it anymore.

No Mr. President, “getting outside the bubble”  means going to Camp Casey, or giving a speech in front of an audience that hadn’t been pre-screened for their sycophancy. It does NOT mean playing around on a private retreat when you are Supposed to be governing!!!

and I promised you Socks and indeed there were Socks:

Hmm Peloton….Sounds awfully French to me…Does Bill O’Reilly know about this?

But I saved the best for last.  possibly the most revealing moment of the day, was when W gave himself a nickname:

“Bike Guy”. Hmm.  That’s just….spiffing.  We are being led by a man who calls HIMSELF “Bike Guy”.   Its only too bad being “President Guy” or “Statesman Guy” or even “world Leader Guy” doesn’t have the same meaning to him.