Our Drinking Buddy President

Apparently, George Bush's one "intangible" charm to his supporters is the old chestnut, "I like him because George is the kind of guy I could have a beer with." Falling flat on his ass, face, the soft spot on the top of his head in every endeavor he's ever attempted, his involuntary reflex to fail, shrug, and grin apparently finds purchase with his base, because he's a man you could feel comfortable having a beer with.

I wonder about this sometimes, because he's precisely the sort I wouldn't want to have a beer with.

I know the sort... very well... just like we all do.

He's the sort that gets invited to a barbeque at his friend's house, gets liquored up on Pabst, and starts becoming too friendly with another friend's wife, nearly falling into the grill, and basically letting his rather oily personality shine through for everyone to grimace at. He's often not invited back.

He's the sort that shows up at the bar already drunk, plops himself in a seat with a few people on each side, and not being aware (or very inquisitive) of the possible vocations, socioeconomic character, and political leanings of these people, starts talking to them about topics of personal concern to them, and proceeds to offend and annoy each and every one of them. He probably does this three inches from their faces, assuring that not only are they annoyed, but also intimately familiar with the type(s) of alcohol he's been chugging and possibly the toppings on the pizza he chowed before he started chugging it. Often the bartender cuts him off, and after a bit of shouting, is sternly admonished to leave and never return.

He's the sort of individual who MUST be careful of who he's having a beer with, because his life has a dearth of experience with average everyday people...

People who aren't in a financial position to have a strong opinion on the capital gains tax...
People who, before they showed up at the bar, spent (at least) 8 hours in front of a computer screen or checking out groceries or building houses...
People who are worried because their health coverage is minimal and their son or daughter is showing signs of severe illness...
People who don't have as much choice with how big their house or apartment is, or how nice of a car to buy...
People who watch as people like themselves shoulder most of the financial load of the country while receiving the least reward from shouldering that burden...
People who don't have the connections or the cash to have memberships at prestigious private country clubs...

You know, inexperience with real people with real problems who may have a beer to take the edge off a bad day at the grind, or to be social with friends who have similar burdens and responsibilities after doing their damnedest to live up to them, and generally to help unwind after a day of productivity that he would consider beneath his station.

You might be able to imagine having a beer with him, but I assure you that having a beer with YOU has NEVER once crossed his mind.

This is his draw?

What self-respecting, hard-working American would want to have a beer with a man-child of privilege whose every word and deed oozes contempt and degradation for them and their lot, all while being a public embarrassment?

Um, not this one, I can assure you.

I'd like to have a kick boxing fight with him though.

...if the punk bitch turned tail and ran screaming to Babs, which we all know is exactly what he would do because it's what he's done his whole pathetic life.

I have had too many alcoholics walk through my life and leave their trash in their wake.
I would only be aground him if he was sober for at least a year.

If ever I've seen a drunk, and believe me I've seen my share of drunks, that moran* was well on his way to falling flat on his face.

And that's the kind of thing his life seems to revolve around. That, and sticking other people with the bill.