You, Sir, Are An Ass
Just who the hell does this pompous jerk Webb think he is?
At a recent White House reception for freshman members of Congress, Virginia’s newest senator tried to avoid President Bush. Democrat James Webb declined to stand in a presidential receiving line or to have his picture taken with the man he had often criticized on the stump this fall. But it wasn’t long before Bush found him.
“How’s your boy?” Bush asked, referring to Webb’s son, a Marine serving in Iraq.
“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.
What a goddamned ill-mannered primadona. There is no excuse for such outright rudeness at your first meeting with the President, a social gathering for god’s sake, not some policy debate you crass turd.
“I’m not particularly interested in having a picture of me and George W. Bush on my wall,” Webb said in an interview yesterday in which he confirmed the exchange between him and Bush. “No offense to the institution of the presidency, and I’m certainly looking forward to working with him and his administration. [But] leaders do some symbolic things to try to convey who they are and what the message is.”
You have indeed offended the institution of the Presidency, and the Senate, and good manners in general. I hope your mamma bends you over her knees and tans your pasty backside but good.
Politics | tree hugging sister | 
November 29, 2006 9:36 am
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Inexcusable.
What a pompous prick. Must be playing for the nutroots after being friendly to his opponent a couple weeks ago.
I’d rather have senators that say what they mean than have Lotts and others that are purely political and conniving. At least we know where he stands, agree with him or not, and I don’t agree with him.
I’m pretty confused about him. I remember him as secdef and being generally well regarded. Of course, I didn’t know about his child penis sucking proclivities in his writings back then . . .
(Mike, Mike, Mike ~ the things you dwell on…)
Well, in Mike’s defense Sis I was sort of hoping my allusion to Momma bending him over her knee would in fact lead one of our astute commentators to mention the Boy-Straw episode of the Distinguished Junior Senator from the Commonwealth of Virginia.
Yeah, “pompous jerk” about sums it up. Granted, my senators are Dick Durbin and Glamor Boy Obama so it’s not like I’ve got anything to brag about either.
Oy, Durbin the Turban. ‘Course, we’ve got Menendez-Sez and the Mummy of Lautenberg.
I’m wondering why he says he’s looking forward to working with a guy when, the first opportunity he has to actually do it, he refuses to even cooperate with civil questions in a social setting.