I love that. I think about Canada sometimes. And London and Paris. Who knows...
:)

Ok GC - here's my interpretation, but sit down, you may not want to hear this.

There is a part of you that you find George Bush-like. And you know it. In fact when it queries your ego, your very quick to lay criticism on this unpleasent aspect of yourself. But you see, it never leaves.

Even when the lovely Laura Bush aspect of yourself accompanies this Geoerge Bush shelf, she apparently knows when to leave.

But whatever this is, you still treat it very presidential - I mean it shows up for dinner, and you scramble to accomodate this part of yourself. In fact you force other parts of your self (your Ralphie-self) into also accomodating this presidential self.

But, you never ask him directly to leave. Rather you sort of passively agressively leave the room, clean up, go to bed, and just hope it will go away.

So in light of this I'd ask you to ask yourself these questions:
What is this George Bush part of myself that I dislike so much, yet also respect (or possibly fear) so much as to not confront it?
What would happen if you actually asked him to leave - that is directly address this part of yourself you dislike yet avoid?
Does the president stay, becasue you really don't want him to leave?

Anyway, that's my armchair-dream analysis - Have two cocktails and call me in the morning.
:cheers:

whew, glad I didn't have that dream, €uro's analysis is ::shudder:: scary.

Wow, €uroMeinke! Interesting analysis.

The only thing I have to add is that if you ever have that kind of news for me, beat around the bush and sloooowly ease me into it. The shock of hearing something like that just blurted out could probably stop my heart.

Ah, but we all have aspects of ourselves that we aren't necessarily proud of, but the dreams may provide the key for figuring out how to accept those parts of ourselves, or perhaps even find other ways of resolution.

Only GC knows what this George Bush part of himself might be, but he also has a Ralphie and Laura Bush part of himself that seem to be trying to help him out here.

I appreciate the analysis. :)

I think there is a part of me that actually admires Republican conservative Bushies. Let me explain. This weekend Ralphie and I stayed over at a friend's house. Melody and her husband live in Oxnard in a suburban area. It liken it to living in Disneyland. It's clean, it's pretty, it's controlled and everything you could possibly need is in this one area of their suburb. They have lots of neighbors (many know her by name, the minister to a church down the way lives next door), there is a little park across the way with a barbeque pit and swings, the elementary/high school is one street over, their Wal Mart is 2 blocks away, IHOP is down the street... everything is very 'perfect'. All of the houses look the same. All except the coveted corner lot houses that have two nextdoor neighbors instead of 3 or 4.
It's very Stepford.

My friend, Melody, is very regimented in her life. She goes to work, she comes home, she walks the dog, she talks to the neighbors, she goes to church on Sunday and ocassionally has friends over. It's all there in a nicely wrapped package for her and her husband.

She knows how liberal Ralphie and I are, but tries to convince us often that we should go to her church and pray. She loves Bush. Anyway, not to stereotype anyone, but Melody's life is very uncomplicated, routine and calculated. She's very concerned with her appearance and isn't all that well versed in social issues and wish a lot of them would just go away. Outside of us, her other friends live in similar suburb settings.

In a way, I envy her. I wish my life was like hers. I wish I had a wife, house in the suburbs, two car garage, knew the people next door, went to the park with my kids and shopped at Wal Mart. But I don't. I wish answers in my life were easy like Melody's. She doesn't care about a woman's right to choose, she loves us but doesn't care about gay marriage, she goes to church and doesn't think twice about what they're telling her to think...

I wish my life was that easy and uncomplicated. I wish I could have black and white answers to things. I don't. I envy the way George Bush can make a decision and not doubt himself. I wish I could just ignore things and rocket through my life without a care.

That's the George Bush part of me that's there. The part of me that wishes I could be thoughtless, inconsiderate, self-absorbed, pious and completely lacking in accountability. I wish I could be all those and achieve greatness...

But I am none of those things. I care too much. I have 'the loudest conscience ever' as iSm puts it and I can't turn it off. (I mean, doy, look at my username.)

Example: When I walk Frodo and he is done peeing and crapping, he grabs the leash (which is still connected to him) in his mouth and walks around. This is his way of telling the world 'look at me, I'm walking my damn self'. I love it when he does that. He's rebelling against oppression, even though it's me doing the oppressing, I condone him doing it. Good dog. I feel bad that he's on a leash.

What would happen if I asked him to leave? Hmm. Maybe the fact that I would be afraid that I couldn't default to his way of doing things if my way ultimately fails? Dunno.

I think the president does stay because I don't want him to leave. Maybe I admire someone who has gotten his way so often and is thought of so highly by some in this country (60 million people at least) but hasn't a care in the world while he steps on people's necks to achieve greatness. Maybe he's getting the validation for being such a great guy when he knows deep down he isn't.

I'm not sure. I do know that this dream is a lot deeper than I thought. Either that, or I'm a closet Evangelical Christian. Who knows? All I do know is that I never want to live in the suburbs...

My son, Todd, has a defiant streak a mile long. He's a good kid but he questions the status quo all the time. He's only 7 but he seems to, instinctly, understand that "Because it's always been this way" is an unacceptable answer. Even when he's questioning me and my oh-so-reasonable way of doing things my heart swells with pride and I think "You go, little man. Oh, the toes you will step on". I pity the fool who tries to oppress him.

That requires being bailed out of trouble by "friends" and family so many times that you learn that actions do not have consequences.


His supporters confuse courageous leadership for what it really is: A lifetime of spoiled-child unaccountability. Of course he's not afraid to make a decision and stick to has guns. After all, in his world, at the end of the day you just pick up your toys and go home. He has yet to learn that, in the end, reality always gets a pound of flesh. The education of George W Bush on that particular subject is something I look forward to with gleeful anticipation.

Me too. "The Education of George W Bush" - sounds like the name of a book. When are you writing it, STC? :)
I think she'd be offended.
:D

Quite right. All apologies, NA. :cheers: