No more hiding in the Bushes
THERE IS little need to sift through the remnants of 2008 to remind you of the grey clouds that sit hovering above our island, refusing to be on their way. Instead, we will look forward to the dawning of a new year and one date in particular, January 20, when the world says ‘see ya later’ to one of the most controversial characters of the Noughties. The most verbally challenged American since Clark Griswald, George W. Bush, is about to hang up his holster and yeehaw out of town.
Bush has always been somewhat of an enigma. Here is a man who survived two terms in office as the ‘leader of the Free World’ despite his Saddam Hussein witch-hunt which destroyed the lives of millions of Iraqis and left the U.S. a global laughing stock. Then, in his second term, he oversaw the most grave economic crash since the 1930s. Yet through the bulk of his eight years in office he kept a remarkably low profile and left it to others to clean up his mess.
Most recently we saw him showing his nimble ability to duck when an Iraqi journalist removed his shoes and flung them in the President’s direction. Neither shoe connected with George’s head as his reflexes were too sharp; a career in Dodgeball awaits.
The Americans have pretty much written off their Texas Cowboy and you might wonder were those tears shed on the night of Obama’s victory an illustration of joy or in actual fact genuine relief that Bush was finally on his way.
But for all the mistakes ‘that he may or may not have made’, George has given us some memories that will live on. The revisionists will have a field day when the history books are rewritten in the coming months and he has left us a plethora of nonsense sentences to keep schoolchildren giggling all the way up to their college years.
And now, with the riches of his daddy and great-daddy’s oil ventures running through his bankaccount bloodline, he’ll no doubt ease himself into retirement. But don’t expect him to go down the after-dinner speech route, unless it’s to let people fling their boots at him for charity. Hopefully we have suffered the last of the Bush dynasty and keep your fingers crossed that there’s not a third Georgie hiding in the Bushes somewhere. As the man himself once said, ‘I think we can agree. The past is over.’ You said it Mr. President.
THE sporting year has ended and the Republic of Ireland soccer team has been given a timely boost ahead of a busy year in 2009.
With Robbie Keane, Damien Duff, Andy Reid, Kevin Doyle, the brothers Hunt and Stephen Ireland all finding the back of the net recently, Giovanni Trapattoni must be feeling charmed. As Dunphy has long crowed, we have the talent to get the World Cup Finals but the Italian must reflect on his decisions to date and admit he needs to do a little fine-tuning before it gets too late.
We’re well use to stubborness around these parts (good to hear Big Jack taking a call from his wife while doing a live radio interview incidentally) but one bad result and the knives are already sharpened. And before long those noises from an idle manager in Manchester will begin to gather momentum...