Fine, I'll blog this too. Apparently bloggers, especially those who oppose President Bush's policies, and falling over themselves in horror that the President, instead of answering pool reporters' questions, insisted on having a meal. (Strikes me as consistent if nothing else: Bush thinks lowly of the press, and so, bloggers seem to be forgetting, do bloggers. And just because someone asks a question, that doesn't mean you have to answer it. Especially if you have disdain for the people asking the questions.)
Reading the transcript, I wonder if I'm the only one reminded the bit where the poor-lookin' guy comes to a rib fast-food restaurant in I'm Gonna Git You Sucka [wav]:
Rib Restaurant Owner: May I help you, sir?
Disheveled Customer: How much for a order a ribs?
Rib Restaurant Owner: Uh, two fifty.
Disheveled Customer: Two fifty? How many ribs do I get with that?
Rib Restaurant Owner: Uh, 'bout five.
Disheveled Customer: Five. So, I guess that's about fifty cents a rib, huh?
Rib Restaurant Owner: Yeah, 'bout.
Disheveled Customer: Let me get one.
Rib Restaurant Owner: Right on. One order!
Cook: One order o' ribs!
Disheveled Customer: No, no. No, no. One rib.
Rib Restaurant Owner: One rib.
Disheveled Customer: I sure am hungry.
Rib Restaurant Owner: Uh, make that one rib to go.
Cook: One rib?
Rib Restaurant Owner: One rib. What else?
Disheveled Customer: You got any soda?
Rib Restaurant Owner: One dollar.
Disheveled Customer: Aw, come on now, look out for a brother man, come on. Hey check this out, why don't you let me get a sip for fifteen cent?
Rib Restaurant Owner: My cups cost more than fifteen cents.
Disheveled Customer: Alright, fuck the cup, pour it in my hand for a dime.
Rib Restaurant Owner: Look, you greasy haired, Jeri Curl wearin'... pay me and get the hell outta my store!
Disheveled Customer [busts out a wad of bills]: You got change for a hundred?"
