Democratic underground has dug up a
2003 Ladies Home Journal interview with
the village idiot and his wife, Laura about 9/11.
Peggy Noonan:You were separated on September 11th. What
was it like when you saw each other again?
Mrs. Bush: Well, we just hugged. I think there was a certain amount of
security in being with each other then being apart.
President Bush: But the day ENDED ON A RELATIVELY HUMOROUS NOTE. The agents said, “You’ll be sleeping downstairs. Washington’s is
still a dangerous place”. And I said "no, I can’t sleep
down there, the bed didn’t look comfortable. I was really tired,
Laura was tired, we like our own bed, we like our own routine. You
know, kind of like a nester… Like the way things are. I knew I had
to deal with the issue the next day and provide strength and comfort
to the country, and so I needed rest in order to be mentally
prepared. So I told the agent we’re going upstairs, and he
reluctantly said okay. Laura wears contacts, and she was sound
asleep. Barney was there. And the agents comes running up
and says “we’re under attack. We need you downstairs,” and so there
we go. I’m in my running short and my t-shirt, and
I’m barefooted. Got the dog in one hand, Laura had the
cat, I’m holding Laura–
Mrs. Bush: I don’t have my contacts in, and I’m in my
fuzzy slippers—
President Bush: and this guy out of breath, and we’re
heading straight down to the basement because
there’s an incoming unidentified airplane, which is coming toward
the White House. Then the guy says its a friendly airplane. And we
hustle all the way back upstairs and go to bed.
Mrs. Bush [laughs]and we just lay there thinking about the way
we must have looked.
Noonon: So the day starts in tragedy AND ENDS IN MARX
BROTHERS.
President Bush: THAT’S RIGHT.-- WE GOT A LAUGH OUT OF IT.
{emphasis added}
A couple of thoughts. The country had been attacked and he
was worried about not having his routine disturbed.
Secondly thousands had died and they were laughing about
how they looked. They are sick fucks.
Kropotkin