How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.
When Bush asked Webb, whose son is a Marine in Iraq, "How's your boy?" Webb replied, "I'd like to get them [sic] out of Iraq." When the president again asked "How's your boy?" Webb replied, "That's between me and my boy."But here's how the Post - Will's own newspaper - reported the exchange:
"How's your boy?" Bush asked, referring to Webb's son, a Marine serving in Iraq.So Will just omits the part where Bush acts like a petulant little bitch, snapping at Webb "That's not what I asked you" when Webb said he wanted to bring the troops home. There was only one decent response to what Webb said, and that was "I understand completely and I want them home, too, as soon as possible," but Bush couldn't bring himself to act like an adult. Instead he showed himself up as an entitled, self-centered, arrogant, small-minded bully and lost whatever claim to respect he might once have had. Given the provocation, Webb's response to Bush was civil to the point of charity.
"I'd like to get them out of Iraq, Mr. President," Webb responded, echoing a campaign theme.
"That's not what I asked you," Bush said. "How's your boy?"
"That's between me and my boy, Mr. President," Webb said coldly, ending the conversation on the State Floor of the East Wing of the White House.