Symposium
Socrates: What, my friend, would you consider to be the ultimate good in life?
Bush: Hoo, that's a big question there, a tough one...but I am definitely leaning towards tacos.
Socrates: No, no. I'm referring to the highest possible value for humanity. The ultimate good.
Bush: I see. Like, besides tacos. Let's go with peace, that's always a good one.
Socrates: Okay. But you frequently boast about your status as a "war president"...is peace truly achievable through war?
Bush: Hell yeah. Absolutely.
Socrates: This means, then, you would support war of a civilian variety in Iraq?
Bush: Of course not. When them insurgents get violent it's...you know, evil. When I...look here, I'm a war president okay? I'm a decider. I've got a responsibility to the American people.
Socrates: Did you just say "decider"?
Bush: You heard me, baby. I'm a decisionist. A think-monger.
Socrates: Back to what you were saying...you have a responsibility. Could you define that a little more, your responsibilities?
Bush: Terrorists have to be smoked out of their caves and stuff. Dead or Alive. I'm a post-9-11 president. Them flag colors don't run.
Socrates: So war for you is noble, but it's something Iraqi citizens should refrain from. Would you agree then that war is not, in itself, a noble endeavor?
Bush: Well, let me show you some philosophy, okay? I know you liberal college-types love your philosophy, so I'll lay some out on ya'. Terrorism is evil. Freedom is good. The end. Nuanced thinking is for you Koran-humping eco-communists all hidin' out in your hippie, Left Coast enclaves. Screw that.
Socrates: Ah, but this takes us back to my first question. Freedom is the ultimate good. How would you define freedom?
Bush: Er. Hold up, I know this one. It's not tacos, it's not peace, it's...democracy! Whew, you almost got me there...it's democracy.
Socrates: Democracy is the ultimate good. Okay. Is a society democratic when it is for the people and by the people? Or when a foreign power invades and establishes the government?
Bush: Yes.
Socrates: I...wow. I think you're missing the point. Let's say the American government had been established by invading French forces. Would it still be a democracy? Lets say they fought the British, pieced together the entire governmental infrastructure of this country, and then proceeded to choose which candidates could be voted on. Is this democratic?
Bush: Oh. My. God. Socrates...you're wearing curtains, dude. I just now noticed. I thought those were, like, some loose pants or something, but you are totally wearing the drapery.
Socrates: What?! No, it's a chiton, the traditional garb of my people. It's...you know what? Fuck this. I talk to you and I realize...well, fuck this, that's what I realize. Could you hand me that little bottle there next to you, the one marked "hemlock"?
Bush: Here ya' go, bud. Damn. I haven't seen chuggin' like that since my old Yale, keg-stand days.
Bush: Hoo, that's a big question there, a tough one...but I am definitely leaning towards tacos.
Socrates: No, no. I'm referring to the highest possible value for humanity. The ultimate good.
Bush: I see. Like, besides tacos. Let's go with peace, that's always a good one.
Socrates: Okay. But you frequently boast about your status as a "war president"...is peace truly achievable through war?
Bush: Hell yeah. Absolutely.
Socrates: This means, then, you would support war of a civilian variety in Iraq?
Bush: Of course not. When them insurgents get violent it's...you know, evil. When I...look here, I'm a war president okay? I'm a decider. I've got a responsibility to the American people.
Socrates: Did you just say "decider"?
Bush: You heard me, baby. I'm a decisionist. A think-monger.
Socrates: Back to what you were saying...you have a responsibility. Could you define that a little more, your responsibilities?
Bush: Terrorists have to be smoked out of their caves and stuff. Dead or Alive. I'm a post-9-11 president. Them flag colors don't run.
Socrates: So war for you is noble, but it's something Iraqi citizens should refrain from. Would you agree then that war is not, in itself, a noble endeavor?
Bush: Well, let me show you some philosophy, okay? I know you liberal college-types love your philosophy, so I'll lay some out on ya'. Terrorism is evil. Freedom is good. The end. Nuanced thinking is for you Koran-humping eco-communists all hidin' out in your hippie, Left Coast enclaves. Screw that.
Socrates: Ah, but this takes us back to my first question. Freedom is the ultimate good. How would you define freedom?
Bush: Er. Hold up, I know this one. It's not tacos, it's not peace, it's...democracy! Whew, you almost got me there...it's democracy.
Socrates: Democracy is the ultimate good. Okay. Is a society democratic when it is for the people and by the people? Or when a foreign power invades and establishes the government?
Bush: Yes.
Socrates: I...wow. I think you're missing the point. Let's say the American government had been established by invading French forces. Would it still be a democracy? Lets say they fought the British, pieced together the entire governmental infrastructure of this country, and then proceeded to choose which candidates could be voted on. Is this democratic?
Bush: Oh. My. God. Socrates...you're wearing curtains, dude. I just now noticed. I thought those were, like, some loose pants or something, but you are totally wearing the drapery.
Socrates: What?! No, it's a chiton, the traditional garb of my people. It's...you know what? Fuck this. I talk to you and I realize...well, fuck this, that's what I realize. Could you hand me that little bottle there next to you, the one marked "hemlock"?
Bush: Here ya' go, bud. Damn. I haven't seen chuggin' like that since my old Yale, keg-stand days.

5 Comments:
At 7:33 PM,
Unknown said…
Bravo! Tilling the garden with bare hands works!
At 9:45 PM,
Jeremy said…
Glad ter see you're back.
Yer've caught GWB's voice very well.
At 11:30 AM,
Impulsivecompulsive said…
That was exceedingly well done.
Beautiful.
At 8:48 PM,
Anonymous said…
Brilliant.
At 1:12 PM,
Snave said…
That made me shake my head and chuckle sadly, but at the end I was laughing out loud as I considered the possibility of Socrates asking Dubya to "Come, join me in a drink, George."
I know, that's bad of me, but hey. We all have our little quirks, eh?
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