My OperaBush drives a tractor
Thursday, February 1, 2007 1:18:43 PM
(soundtrack: Truckin', by Greatful Dead.
"Truckin, like the do-dah man. once told me youve got to play your hand
Sometimes your cards aint worth a dime, if you dont lay 'em down,
Sometimes the lights all shinin on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip its been.")
http://www.register-mail.com/stories/013107/MAI_BC8LN63E.GID.shtml
"Truckin, Im a goin home. whoa whoa baby, back where I belong,
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin on.
Hey now get back truckin home."
"Truckin, like the do-dah man. once told me youve got to play your hand
Sometimes your cards aint worth a dime, if you dont lay 'em down,
Sometimes the lights all shinin on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip its been.")
http://www.register-mail.com/stories/013107/MAI_BC8LN63E.GID.shtml
"We figure he'll have a tendency to go to the right," quipped Tim Elder, director of corporate public affairs.
At the end, Bush, dressed in a bright blue shirt and without a tie, did indeed climb inside a "Black Iron Machine" bulldozer.
"I would suggest you move back. I'm about to crank this thing up," he told the gaggle of reporters following him. He moved it to the left and then the right, reporters scattering as he wheeled in their direction.
"I thought you were joking," one reporter yelled to the president. He just smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
"Truckin, Im a goin home. whoa whoa baby, back where I belong,
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin on.
Hey now get back truckin home."
