Found Him!

You know how I was just wondering where George Bush disappeared to? I found him.

He's been in Canada.

George W. Bush takes on his most daunting challenge yet: his own legacy:

He swaggers onto the stage of the Telus Convention Centre in Calgary, looking as psyched and proud as the day of “Mission Accomplished.” He’s wearing a blue suit, American-flag pin, green tie—a tanned and fit 62-year-old version of the Yale frat boy they used to call “Gin and Tonic.”

For a man whose approval rating was among the lowest of any president upon leaving office, whose appearance at the inauguration of his successor was booed by many in the crowd, who, just a few nights before, was lampooned by the comedian Will Ferrell in an enthusiastically reviewed HBO special (You’re Welcome America), which even made light of the size of his manhood, George W. Bush shows no signs of concern, regret, or wear and tear. He’s relaxed and smiling, seemingly at peace with the world, which, some would argue, he left so much worse off.

At the sight of him, this Canada oil-country crowd jumps to its feet, erupting in thunderous applause. Here in Calgary, Bush is widely thought to be underappreciated and unfairly judged.

In my opinion, if Mr. Bush really wants to preserve his legacy, the best way to do that is to do exactly what he failed to do for his 8 years in office: serve people. He should be championing causes and relief efforts the way former Presidents like Jimmy Carter, Bill Clinton and his own father do; instead he chooses to perpetuate the ongoing ideological war in Washington and surrounds himself with the usual good old boy cronies. I guess some things never change.