Bush asserts Cheney in Rm for 911 interview to show that Bush in charge -

[papau]

FROM THE WORLD OF UP IS DOWN AND THE MEDIA DOES NOT NOTICE: "When Mr. Bush spoke to the commission investigating the attacks of Sept. 11, Mr. Betts said that the president took along Mr. Cheney not to present a consistent story but to show the panel that Mr. Bush was in charge. "What he told me was that he wanted people to see how deeply he understood all this," Mr. Betts said, "and how he was calling all the shots."


http://www.nytimes.com/2005/01/14/politics/14betts.html?oref=login&pagewanted=2

January 14, 2005
For President and Close Friend, Forget the Politics
By ELISABETH BUMILLER

hen people ask Roland Betts how a New York Democrat can be such a good friend of President Bush, he whips out a ready answer. "Which would you prefer: my being close to him, or some right-wing zealot being close to him?" Mr. Betts said in a recent interview. "Who do you want to have his ear? So it's not a bad thing. Maybe I give him a little balance."

It was Mr. Betts, after all, who persuaded Mr. Bush to hold the Republican National Convention last summer in the heart of Democratic America, the West Side of Manhattan, and it was Mr. Betts who stuck to that decision under incoming fire from the president.

"I had an anxious year, to tell you the truth," said Mr. Betts, recalling that as the threat of protests grew, Mr. Bush took to tormenting him with comments like: "You're ruining me politically. Why did you make me come to New York?" <snip>

Roland W. Betts and George W. Bush have been needling each other for more than 40 years, ever since the day they met as remarkably similar freshmen at Yale. Mr. Bush was the eldest child of a blue-blooded Republican transplanted in Texas and Mr. Betts the son of a man who managed money for Vincent Astor. Both came from families that stretched generations back into the aristocratic precincts of the East Coast, both had sharp senses of humor, both loved sports and jocks. Most important, both were rebels in their own fashion. <snip>

[meegbear]

1. And I took my History book to the closed-book test ...

not to cheat, but to show I didn't need it.

What a fucktard.

[snippy]

2. How can Bush's followers continue to believe this kind of shit? n/t

[Stephanie]

3. Bush loved jocks?

Hmm.

[Norquist Nemesis]

4. Don't you just love it when

Republican operatives come out in the open and display their hubris?

:puke:

[M155Y_A1CH]

5. Pre-wired

This was before the the perfection of the jacket-back transmitters.
Soon we won't even be able to see the strings at all.

[k8conant]

6. Oh it gets better...

"In 1972, he married a fellow teacher, the former Lois Phifer, who had passed muster with Mr. Bush. "I wanted her to meet George; I wanted George to meet her," Mr. Betts said. "An interracial marriage in 1972 was a very uncommon thing." Mr. Bush approved, and by the time Mrs. Betts was in the hospital after the birth of the first of the couple's two children, in 1975, the still-single Mr. Bush came to keep his old fraternity brother company at Mr. Betts's town house on West 102nd Street, where the Bettses still live."

[Lefty48197]

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