Texan, my ass
Pure western gibberish from The Golfcart Cowboy who comes from a long line of brush farmers:
The president departed Tuesday for his longest stretch yet away from the White House, arriving at his Crawford ranch in the evening for a stretch of clearing brush, visiting with family and friends, and tending to some outside-the-Beltway politics. By historical standards, it is the longest presidential retreat in at least 36 years.
“I’m looking forward to getting down there and just kind of settling in,” Bush told reporters from Texas newspapers during a roundtable interview at the White House on Monday. “I’ll be doing a lot of work. On the other hand, I’ll also be kind of making sure my Texas roots run deep.”
Yups and shucks, mam, we’uns just happened to borned in New Haven,
Connecticut Texas, the poor son of a rootin’ tootin’ Yalie WASP (whose father happened to be a Senator from Connecticut Cold-Ass North Texas) and a pre-matronly upper-class twit from New York Texas With Jews blessed with a special talent for pooping out young’uns faster than you can say, “I’ll kill that Jennifer Fitzgerald bitch.”
Oh yeah, did I mention I attended Phillips Academy Andover, Yale, and Harvard. Um, hook’em horns!
Now watch me drive because I’m afraid of horses.