Midland, Texas-(Associated Mess): A frail and edgy-looking George Bush Senior was pictured on the television news last night sporting an ugly 'w' shaped scar on his nose amid concerns that recent events in the House of Representatives involving disgraced West Palm Beach politician Mark Folie-a-Deux had brought him out in a nervous bout of incontrollable zit-popping.
And although a number of respected commentators were quick to deny that this could be Bush Pere's very own pretzel moment, the tell-tale nervous tic at the corner of his frontal temporal lobe suggested that the ageing Bonesman was far from relaxed as he waffled in typical gung-ho fashion about being busy raising another $100million for his roving ambassadorship of the Global Piss Process.
US political analysts have bent over backwards during the last ten years to be kind to this ageing old dissembler who, when questioned by the Warren Commission about his whereabouts on the 22nd of November 1963, was overcome with amnesia and could not recall being in Dallas, Texas anywhere near the spot where his old mucker Mr Grassy Noel was positioned in a fit of patriotic sight-seeing as the Presidential motorcade of John F Kennedy swept past.
At 82 he cuts a somewhat eccentric-looking figure, still dying his thinning locks and blustering through the Bonesmen's articulate set-piece that has propelled him into the top US paterfamilas slot in a carefully crafted Rovian fantasy bought by millions of God-fearing American voters too scared to question the full horror of the democracy they believe they are living in.
But the mystique is wearing thin as his junior namesake hurtles headlong into a quagmire of White House intrigue of dirty-dealing, fantasy-peddling war-mongering underpinned by a cabal of psychotic solicitation of page-boy minors on Capitol Hill.
Some say he is a class act, incapable of faciing impeachment for as long as Republican Bonemen in the current Administration uphold the Pinochet defense of shielding the country's worst criminalsfrom prosecution just to save their own skins.
Others, who have known him since the disastrous days of the Suez crisis, merely look at the televised sweat breaking out on that crumpled brow and count the days to when the zit-popping takes over as his number one full-time pleasurable activity.
