Daily Archives: August 25, 2005

Has Dubbya solved his Cindy Problem ?

Well as Jon Stewart would say “Mmmmmm. not so much”.

But the President and his choreographers are still in there pitching ideas for production numbers as Dan Froomkin reports inPravda in a column appropriately entitled “War Mom vs. Peace Mom”

“Stung by the ability of one grieving mother to inspire a growing antiwar movement, the White House has found a mom to call its own.
An obviously delighted President Bush introduced her to a boisterous invitation-only audience mostly made up of military families in Idaho yesterday — then sent her out to talk to the press.”

“Thank you, thank you very much
I can’t express it any other way
For with this awful trembling in my heart
I just can’t find another thing to say
I’m happy that you liked the show
I’m grateful you liked me
And I’m sure to you the tribute seemed quite right.
But if you knew of all the years
Of hopes and dreams and tears
You’d know it didn’t happen overnight
Huh, overnight!”

“There are few things in life more difficult than seeing a loved one go off to war,” Bush said in his speech yesterday. “And here in Idaho, a mom named Tammy Pruett — (applause) — I think she’s here — (laughter) — knows that feeling six times over. (Applause.) Tammy has four sons serving in Iraq right now with the Idaho National Guard — Eric, Evan, Greg and Jeff. Last year, her husband Leon and another son, Eren, returned from Iraq, where they helped train Iraqi firefighters in Mosul.

“Tammy says this — and I want you to hear this — ‘I know that if something happens to one of the boys, they would leave this world doing what they believe, what they think is right for our country. And I guess you couldn’t ask for a better way of life than giving it for something that you believe in.’ America lives in freedom because of families like the Pruetts. (Applause.)”

And where did Dubbya discover his new star?

Peter Wallsten writes in the Los Angeles Times: “By invoking Tammy Pruett of Pocatello, Idaho, Bush’s speech to Idaho National Guard members and Air Force personnel marked the latest effort by the White House to respond to growing antiwar protests being led largely by relatives of fallen troops. . . .

“Pruett, a 46-year-old administrative assistant, was in the audience with her husband, Leon, and received a kiss on the cheek from Bush after the speech. The couple, who were featured this year on CNN, said they received a call about a week ago from the White House requesting their presence at Wednesday’s event.”

Yes folks, it’s time for a tune from the only Judy worth caring about.

“I was born in a trunk
In the Princess Theatre in Pocatella, Idaho
It was during the matinee on Friday
And they used a makeup towel for my didee
When I first saw the light
It was pink and amber
Coming from the footlights on the stage
When my dad carried me out there to say hello
They told me that I stopped the show.”

Needless to say, such “special material” requires careful handling. And it looks like Karl and Scooter have been taking a page from Roger.

Here’ s original CNN story about the Pruetts , which dates back to June. a White House photo showing Pruett acknowledging the applause of the crowd yesterday; note Bush’s dramatic backdrop.

And as if that weren’t exciting enough —

Here’s another White House photo showing Bush hugging Pruett after his speech.

Now isn’t THAT something?

But wait a minute. Hold the phone. There’s something about that picture that’s awfully familiar. Can’t quite put my finger on it.

Aha! I’ve got it! It’s (ahem!) “strikingly similar” to THIS photo of Julia Roberts hugging Robert Downey Jr. !

Hmmm. Have Karl and Scooter been dipping into Ehrensteinland too ?

As Dana Bush explained on CNN: “Knowing full well the antiwar movement is gaining attention with the leadership of one military mother, the president introduced the country to another. . . .

“Tammy’s husband and one son are just back from Iraq. Four other sons are still serving. The White House invited the Pruetts and choreographed this moment with a family CNN first profiled more than a year ago. The president’s goal: show support among military families, appeal to patriotism. . . .

Nah. They’ve just been watching a lot of “inspirational” musicals on TCM.

“Setting aside past concerns about privacy or looking too political, the White House led reporters to Tammy Pruett.”

Both Tammy and her husband, Capt. Leon Pruett, were on CNN with Paula Zahn yesterday:

“ZAHN: There are so many things that must keep you awake at night. What is your chief concern as your son[s’] service continues over there?

“T. PRUETT: My greatest concern is that we stand firm, that we stand behind the president, that we continue this battle until it’s done and we bring all of our boys and women home safely, but not until it’s ready.”

My but Paula’s sound more like Dora Bailey every day.

But back to Judy.

“So I grew up in a crazy world of dressing rooms
And hotel rooms and waiting rooms
And rooms behind-the-scenes.
And I can’t forget the endless rows
Of sleepless nights and eatless nights
And nights without a nickel in my jeans.

But it’s all in the game and the way you play it
And you’ve got to play the game you know.
When you’re born in a trunk at the Princess Theatre
in Pocatello, Idaho.

At first I just stood and watched from the wings
That’s all my mom and dad would allow.
But as I got older, I got a little bolder
And snuck out for their second bow.
They kept me in the act because they needed me
To milk applause
Until one night, they did a crazy thing
They left me out there all alone
Mama said ‘you’re on your own!’
And Papa shouted ‘this is it kid, sing!’

I’ll get by
As long as I have you
Though there be rain and darkness too
I’ll not complain, I’ll see it through.

I learned very quickly the tricks of the trade
I practiced after everyone was gone
And with the tricks, I learned traditions
And the hardest one of all, is no matter what
The show must go on!

As time went by, I looked for jobs
And was kicked from pillar to post
I haunted all the agents offices
And I almost ended up a ghost!

I’m a sentimental sap, that’s all
What’s the use of trying not to fall
I have no will, you made your kill
‘Cause you took advantage of me

(Agent): No!

I’m just like an apple on the bough
And you’re gonna shake me down somehow
So what’s the use, you’ve cooked my goose
‘Cause you took advantage of me

(Agent): No!

I’m so hot and bothered that I don’t know
My elbow from my ear
I suffer something awful each time you go
And much worse when you’re near
Here am I with all my bridges burned
Just a babe in arms, where you’re concerned
So lock the doors, call me yours
‘Cause you took advantage of me

(Agent): Yes!

(Judy): No!

So I got into a tap show
All I did was kick my feet
You’d hardly call it a chance to sing
But at least it was a chance to eat!

They call it black bottom
A new swisher
A sure galloon
An old sister
They clap their hands and do the raggedy trot
Old fellows with flamenco
And young fellows the way they go
They jump right in and give it all that they’ve got

Then one night something happened
Dame fortune showed her face
The star got sick and I was told to go on in her place.
But, she recovered.
Oh well!

Black bottom, a new rhythm
when you spot’em, you go with’em
And do that black, black, black, black bottom
You wont be blue when you have got’em
If you do that black, black, black, black bottom all day.

But finally I got an offer to sing in New York
And I wired I’m on my way
I had visions that this would be
A fabulous, famous cafe.
Filled with high society,
Elegant, and spruce.
And I pictured me the epitome
Of a very chic chanteuse.

Through every city, town, and country lane
You’ll hear him sing his
Plaintive little strain
And as he goes by, to you he’ll say

(Drunk): Sing Melancholy Baby!

The little children like to trail along,
They like to hear the peanut vendor’s song,
They all laugh with glee when he will say

(Judy and Drunk): Sing Melancholy Baby

Come to me my melancholy baby
Cuddle up and don’t be blue
All your fears are foolish fancies, maybe
You know dear, that I’m in love with you.
Every cloud must have a silver lining
Wait until the sun shines through
Smile my honey, dear
While I kiss away each tear
Or else I shall be melancholy too.

My benefactor appeared with his card
And at first, I thought he was fresh
Huh, fresh!
He was fresh from heaven all right
He produced the show that gave me the chance
To sing for you tonight”

And did that benefactor ever pay off! Just look at these raves!

Sam Coates and Mike Allen write in The Washington Post: “White House officials said they viewed the speech, the second of three he plans to give in the two weeks before Labor Day, as a crucial opportunity for Bush to show both compassion and resolve when his conduct of the war is increasingly being publicly questioned, and polls of public support are flirting with Vietnam War-era depths. . . .

“Bush’s aides said they realize that the death toll in Iraq — at least 1,867 at the time Bush spoke — will soon reach 2,000, a milestone that will provide a major platform for his critics. Against this backdrop, the aides said the speech was designed to portray a stark choice between completing the mission in Iraq and showing weakness to terrorists who are prepared to strike in the United States — suggesting dire consequences at home from a hasty withdrawal abroad. . . .

“Asserting that ‘the stakes in Iraq could not be higher,’ Bush contended that the nation is ‘achieving our strategic objectives in Iraq.’ It is that last contention — that the United States is moving purposely toward its goals and an accompanying exit from Iraq — that has been subject to growing skepticism by Democrats.”

And Bush did not say what those strategic objectives are, either

“Swanee, how I love you, how I love you
My dear old Swanee
I’d give the world to be among the folks in
D-I-X-I-E-ven now my mammy’s waitin’ for me,
Prayin’ for me, down by the Swanee
The folks up north will see me no more
When I get to that Swanee shore
Swanee, Swanee, I’m coming back to Swanee
Mammy, mammy, I love the old folks at home

I love ya Swanee!
How I love you, how I love you
My dear old Swanee
I’d give the world if I could only be
Sittin’ on my mammy’s knee
I love the old folks, I love the young folks
Oh my bunny, let me love ya more than Alabamy!
Mammy, mammy, my dear old mammy
Your wanderin’ child will wander no more
When I get to that Swanee shore”

Ken Herman writes for Cox News Service: “Repetition of the message is crucial, especially for a president operating in the current universe of neverending news cycles and a dizzying array of interest groups seeking to challenge the Bush message on the war, said White House communications expert Martha Kumar of Towson University.”

That’s right Ken. Dubbya shouldn’t let that “dizzying array” get to him. Roger never did.

OK, Tammy. Can we hear that last chorus again? And this time, right from the gut, darling. We know you can do it dear. Think Liza !

“So I can’t quite be called overnight sensation
For it started many years ago
When I was born in a trunk at the Princess Theatre
In Pocatello, Idaho!”