Monday, October 24, 2005
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Barbara Bush named as potential VP in the event of Cheney resignation.
(FHN) Washington political insiders are scambling to confirm rumors that former first lady Barbara Bush may be slated to replace current VP Dick Cheney in the event Mr. Cheney decides to resign his office for unhealthy reasons. Or to spend more time with his family in an undisclosed location.
The former first lady could not be reached for comment
The former first lady could not be reached for comment but senior government officials close to the White House indicated that the former first lady is amused and flattered by all the recent attention and support she has received with respect to her rumored return to public service. An unnamed spokesperson who knows Mrs Bush told Foghorn News on Tuesday that Mrs Bush is "a very busy lady who enjoys entertaining friends and family; quiet evenings at home baking blueberry muffins for the local orphan asylum; and sipping tea next to a roaring fire while reading passages from the Bible with husband and former president George H.W. Bush."
Mrs Bush also sticks to a vigorous exercise regimen which includes weekend workouts spent heaving rusty whaling harpoons at bales of straw in her back yard in Kennebunkport, Maine.
Thusly. Mrs Bush's possible restoration to gerent office amongst the idylls of Scamalot -- in the event Lord Cheney decides to resign his office and strike out for Avalon -- may kickstart a kind of weird quasi-Snopes family yee-haw-cabal saga of sorts. Perhaps the lodestar Scowcroft will descend upon the Ship of State astride a winged steed where he will snatch that snaggletoothed wheelhorse Miss Condi from the wheelhouse and spirit her away to some far atoll. A kind of 'Trader Horn' flipped ass over heels adventure. More or less. Anyway...
All of this, as far as I can tell, can only presage one thing at this juncture. The return of the paterfamilias. Poppy the Elder. High Provident and fateful smoke-jumper, wearing number 41, and arriving at Annapolis in the cockpit of a cigarette boat named Fidelity.
O Absalom, my son, my son!.
Pass the bon-bons.