From: gwb
To: Hank Blakely
Sent: Monday, April 30, 2001
Subject: Too much veritas in the vino for me
You know I like to keep a positivistic attitude, but I guess I have to admit that I'm a little peeved today. I don't like to complain, but every now and then I wonder whose side my brother Jeb is on. Sometimes I have to question whether he's behind my corner or not.
I guess things've been a little tense between us lately. He's kinda had a burr up his butt ever since Gale turned down his request to forget about drillin' in his part of the Gulf. Heck, I don't know why he's mad at me, I didn't have nothin' to do with it - although I'm sure Dick C had his reasons. Like I told Jeb: how can we give him a pass, and still drill in the Arctic? Worse, how could I face Ken Lay? Besides, Jeb's seen the reports: there's waaaay more oil and gas in his backyard than there is up north...although I don't think I'm 'sposed to say that.
But whatever, Jeb seems to be takin' it all out on me. Like the other day: we was in the Oval, knockin' back a coupl'a cold ones - well, Jeb was, anyway, I was havin' soda of course. We was talkin' about not much, when Ralph came by to get his last check. Now, you know I don't like to disrespect a man, but I gotta say that Ralph is just pure mean. And it ain't just me, there's lots of important businessmen and such feel the same way - and now I understand that even some of his own people don't like him much, either. So, when he came in, I just went back to workin' my TV Guide puzzle (by the way, is it "Genie" or "Jeannie"?).
Anyway, they got to talkin' and chuggin' a lot, like they always do when they get together, when I heard Ralph say out, just as plain as day, "...talk about 'unsafe at any speed...!" And he was lookin' right dead at me when he said it!
Well, that made me feel pretty bad, I didn't 'preciate that. I didn't preciate it. So later on I complained to Jeb. I especially told him how tired I was gettin' of all these jokes everybody's always tellin' (you can all me pernod, but I truly believe that more'n half of em's about me), and how I didn't even unnerstan' most of them. Well, I guess Jeb had a little too much beer, 'cause he fixed me with one'a his especially mean looks, and said, "Well George, maybe that's because you're the joke".
Now that made me feel just terrible. I know that he's mad at me, and that he'd been drinkin' and all - hell, nobody unnerstan's that better'n me - but Jeb and me's been bondaged ever since he was born. I mean, he could'a talked all day long and still not said that.
I swear, I'm gettin' real sick of people bein' always mean to me. Even after I've done and said everythin' they told me to, they still treat me like this. It ain't right. I mean, I am the President now, after all.
Y'know, If they don't start treatin' me with some respect, I'm just liable to cut loose 'n start thinkin' for myself, and then ever'body'd just better watch out.
Yours,
a very peeved W
From: gwb
To: Hank Blakely
Sent: Monday, April 30, 2001
Subject: Too much veritas in the vino for me
You know I like to keep a positivistic attitude, but I guess I have to admit that I'm a little peeved today. I don't like to complain, but every now and then I wonder whose side my brother Jeb is on. Sometimes I have to question whether he's behind my corner or not.
I guess things've been a little tense between us lately. He's kinda had a burr up his butt ever since Gale turned down his request to forget about drillin' in his part of the Gulf. Heck, I don't know why he's mad at me, I didn't have nothin' to do with it - although I'm sure Dick C had his reasons. Like I told Jeb: how can we give him a pass, and still drill in the Arctic? Worse, how could I face Ken Lay? Besides, Jeb's seen the reports: there's waaaay more oil and gas in his backyard than there is up north...although I don't think I'm 'sposed to say that.
But whatever, Jeb seems to be takin' it all out on me. Like the other day: we was in the Oval, knockin' back a coupl'a cold ones - well, Jeb was, anyway, I was havin' soda of course. We was talkin' about not much, when Ralph came by to get his last check. Now, you know I don't like to disrespect a man, but I gotta say that Ralph is just pure mean. And it ain't just me, there's lots of important businessmen and such feel the same way - and now I understand that even some of his own people don't like him much, either. So, when he came in, I just went back to workin' my TV Guide puzzle (by the way, is it "Genie" or "Jeannie"?).
Anyway, they got to talkin' and chuggin' a lot, like they always do when they get together, when I heard Ralph say out, just as plain as day, "...talk about 'unsafe at any speed...!" And he was lookin' right dead at me when he said it!
Well, that made me feel pretty bad, I didn't 'preciate that. I didn't preciate it. So later on I complained to Jeb. I especially told him how tired I was gettin' of all these jokes everybody's always tellin' (you can all me pernod, but I truly believe that more'n half of em's about me), and how I didn't even unnerstan' most of them. Well, I guess Jeb had a little too much beer, 'cause he fixed me with one'a his especially mean looks, and said, "Well George, maybe that's because you're the joke".
Now that made me feel just terrible. I know that he's mad at me, and that he'd been drinkin' and all - hell, nobody unnerstan's that better'n me - but Jeb and me's been bondaged ever since he was born. I mean, he could'a talked all day long and still not said that.
I swear, I'm gettin' real sick of people bein' always mean to me. Even after I've done and said everythin' they told me to, they still treat me like this. It ain't right. I mean, I am the President now, after all.
Y'know, If they don't start treatin' me with some respect, I'm just liable to cut loose 'n start thinkin' for myself, and then ever'body'd just better watch out.
Yours,
a very peeved W
Cri de Coors
Brother bother...
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