President Bush Regretting Q&A With Local Philosopher’s Union
By evillines
The scene outside the Elk’s Lodge in Sloan, Iowa was straight out of a movie: Secret Service agents hurriedly ushering a terrified, frazzled President of the United States through a crazed mob, forcing him into the back of a limousine that then sped away to safety. But this was no Hollywood fiction: this was real life, and President Bush undoubtedly hopes it never gets so real again.
It was an ignoble end to what started off as a pleasant photo opportunity for the President as he begins his yearlong “Look At Me, I’ve Been President For Eight Years And I Didn’t Run The Country Into The Ground” tour. Members of the local Philosopher’s Union 142 had scored quite a coup by being the first stop on the POTUS jag. But the erstwhile farmer-thinkers had serious questions for Mr. Bush, and from all apperances, the leader of the free world was caught off guard.
Wearing his now standard jewel-studded crown and wife-beater t-shirt with PREZ emblazoned across the front, Mr. Bush gave a brief speech about the good people of Iowa and how their corn-fueled moonshine had seen him through some rough times in his younger years. This was apparently all that had been scheduled for the event, but the President was in such a good mood that he waved off his handlers and recognized a burly fellow in the back row who raised his hand for a question.
“Mr. President,” the man said, nervously stroking a walrus moustache and adjusting his John Deere baseball cap as he prepared to address the most powerful man on the planet, “My name is Henry Jacobs, I have 400 acres over to the south side of the county. We’re gettin’ by but I do have some concerns for the future. Namely, how do we reconcile Russian geo-constructo-criticism with the obvious dialectical fallacies of Billingham’s axiom of internal dualism?”
President Bush stared blankly for a second. “Oh, if you mean Senator Blandingham’s farm bill, I can assure you…”
“No sir, not Senator Blandingham, I’m referring to Alexander Billingham, from the University of Chicago. His theory of internal dualism? Man’s bi-consciousness and it’s effect upon our perceptions of self? It’s in direct conflict with this latest trend in Russia. It has me worried.”
Soon another man, this one a wiry young man wearing a cowboy hat, stood up. “I agree Mr. President. It’s going to be tough for us farmers if we’re caught in the middle of another classic Swillinger’s Hammock. Especially with my bad back and all.” This elicited a chuckle from the crowd.
Witnesses say the President began to sweat and uttered his trademark nervous laugh. “Wow, uh, I thought you boys were going to be speakin’ English. Don’t you want to ask me something about 9/11?”
A weary looking old gentlement in the front row stood up with the help of his cane. The others in the room seemed to give deference to him and allowed him several silent moments to refill his tobacco plug. “I have a question about 9/11 Mr. President,” the man said. “Do you adhere to the ideas of the German Jurgen Habermas who believes that economic entities threaten to colonize our life-world, or do you side with the Frenchman Derrida and his theory that our response to terror is an auto-immune sickness that only makes the terror problem worse?”
In a flash, all the farmers were on their feet shouting questions at the President. Over the crowd one could here Mr. Bush valiantly trying to answer their questions with proclomations of “Permanent tax cuts!” and “Mission Accomplished!” But within seconds the scene was out of control. Security Agents swiftly removed the President as he was followed by a crowd of thoughtful farmers asking the kinds of questions that have no answers. No word yet on whether the President resorted to his usual tough-day remedy of having his memory erased and replaced with images of that t.v. movie of “The Facts of Life” where they go to France.