In prime time, all of America will see one of President Pulpitpants' world-famous "press conferences" instead of American Idol. The public will witness firsthand the result of more rehearsal than any of the "Idol" contestants will ever know. They'll thrill at the spontaneity of his calling on "Stretch" among the first three reporters - either before or after "The AP Guy." They'll gasp in excitement over Bush looking for the fella with the question about his talks with Mubarak. They'll be agog when Bush runs out of reporters he fed at the ranch earlier in the day and abruptly ends the "press conference."
Yes, America will see what will probably be Bush's last carefully screened press conference because if there's a brain in any head with eyes watching and ears hearing, America will wise up to these charades and will stop tolerating them. Bush's little facetimes with the press were usually hastily-called meetings just to show off his accessibility. The truth was, he'd call on his most trusted four or five lapdogs and then vamoose.
He's got a problem this time - America now has all the questions. Not Stretch. Not the AP Guy. The public. And if the questions are softball or if the answers aren't sufficient, he's in trouble. As if he isn't already.
It'll either be a total waste of time or a severe test of his Teflon.
