Midland's Own Boy George
by Ora Shay
Ed. Note: Ms. Shay, our Token Republican, agreed to write for us only with
the stipulation that no editorial hands touch her words. Thus we publish this, her fourth
column, exactly as it came in over our email transom.
Midland,
Tex. --Isnt he something? First the whole world was making fun
of our hometown boy, and now people are talking of him in Trumanesque terms.
Trumanesque, Shrumanesque! I say "Churchillian" would be more accurate.
There was not a dry eye in Midland following The President's magnificent speech in the
National Cathedral, and then when he sat down and Poppy reached over Barbaras
generous lap to squeeze his arm, you could hear buttons popping with pride all over the
Permian Basin.
As my daddy used to say to my brother, "A real man dont show what hes
got in his pants till it comes time for him to use it." (My brother later confided to
me that this advice caused him some problems in junior high gym class, but we don't need
to go into that here.)
I cant imagine any better proof that God is on our side than that in this time of
unprecedented crisis we should be blessed with a leader of classic stature, able to
rhetoricize on an equal footing and from the same pulpit as The Rev. Billy Graham.
Just think what a pickle wed be in if that faux Tennessee intellectual and his
cute little helpmate Bipsie or Bootsie or whatever her name is were in the White House now
and Americas destiny were in his hands and those of a bunch of ragtag post-Clinton
hanger-ons.
But no. The Deity has again smiled on the United States of America and spared us that
embarrassing and who knows possibly fatal fate.
Instead we have Midlands own Boy George becoming a Man before our very eyes,
rising from the humiliation of endless TV jokes to the pantheon of nation-saving
leadership, relegating power right and left (well, OK, mostly right, praise the Lord), saving the
toughest decisions for himself: