Our friends next door are going to Washington DC this weekend for a wedding. After we had talked over all the dog and plant and mail details, a question came up. If you came across GW Bush in Washington, say, some rainy early morning with noone around but the Secret Service agents, what would you do?

Others imagined asking him probing questions, ridiculing him, even throwing a balloon of bodily fluid at him. But I knew instantly what I'd want to do: boo.

I love booing. A good, strong, solo boo is just about the funniest form of expression. It's the "Defender" smart bomb of disapproval. Any other insults of mere words can be turned around with the right choice of other words. You can't twist boo. You can't debate boo. It supersedes all rational argument. Boo wins.

On the other hand, Albert Brooks has a great routine about how radio deejays have an ear defect that hears everything as a compliment.

Concertgoer: "Boooo!"
Deejay: "Thank you."
CG: "I said, 'Boo!'"
DJ: "I said, 'thank you.'"

I have a feeling Bush could do that.

I think I hear Daddy Spoonbender's car in the drive. It's been fun hanging out here. Ixnay any alktay about the eersbay, okayay?

You ever want to hang out, come on by fiveoclockrock.blogspot.com anytime.

J.D. @ 8:50 PM
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