Screaming for Vengeance
BY LOUIS DUBOSE
Feature: 11/3/2000
n the lobby of the Canal Street Hotel where the Texas delegation was housed for the 1988 Republican National Convention in New Orleans, George W. was courting the Texas press corps. Easy and accessible, he locked on with those blue eyes, first-named reporters, and held forth in the hotel lobby for as long as anyone holding a tape recorder cared to stand and listen.
The only time he showed any sign of anger was when he was asked about then-Governor Ann Richards’ comment about his father being "born with a silver foot in his mouth." The blue eyes narrowed as he responded to the reporter who asked the question. "It was mean and uncalled-for," he said. "It didn’t bother my dad. He’s lived with ‘Doonesbury,’ so he’s used to that. But it hurt my mother."
Governor Bush talks like his father, who was equally prone to malapropisms and non sequiturs, but he thinks like his mother, whom Nixon admired because, he reportedly said, "she knows how to hate." Which is a way of saying that George W. believes grudges should be transgenerational and involve corruption of blood and children avenging the wrongs visited on their parents.On that afternoon in New Orleans twelve years ago, Bush was clearly itching to get even. And that was just for a slight aimed at his father. What if W. himself loses the presidency? I think we all know what: If George W. Bush loses the election next month, he will come back to Austin looking to settle some scores–Barbara Bush-style.
And anyone who thinks the Texas governorship is a weak office is going to learn a little something about the exercise of power by the master–not George W. Bush, but his chief strategist Karl Rove. They’re keeping lists. Of every insult, no matter how small. Of every criticism, no matter how fair. Of every news clip. Of every joke, no matter how innocent.---snip---
When it was my turn to speak on a later panel–about Rove– I recalled that he had lived in Utah, which at the moment didn’t seem too far away. "Before I start," I said, "I would like to know if Karl Rove’s sister or wife is in the audience." When the scattered laughter ended, I delivered my remarks on Rove. A week later, in my office in Austin, I received a one-sentence handwritten note:
Sir, Not a sister or a wife, but my aunt, armed with a tape recorder. It was from Rove. http://www.texasobserver.org/showArticle.asp?ArticleID=711