Seriously (and serial) Nasty Wasp Mother and the Finger

With hay in the barn to last until spring, all the horses fed, with sweaters on to ward off the chill, we joined the gang on the porch, where Max had a small brazier going to keep us warm, and sipped the wonderful Tequila Moonrises that Alex had made for us. He used top-quality tequila, light and dark rum, beer and Rose's Lime Juice.

Well, like mother like son, Elizabeth told us. She was really appalled that a woman, today, could be so callous as to be flip about the catastrophe caused by Katrina. The son, the truly Bubbaesque Finger-Flipper in Chief, probably learned that art from his mother, who, as Grandma used to say, is colder than a witch's tit.

Barbara Bush has the morals, rotundness, body mass, and lack of compassion for the less fortunate that Catherine the Great had. It is insulting to the memory of the aristocracy in France to say that Barbara Bush's attitude is one of "let them eat cake." The aristocracy in France at the time of The French Revolution lived their lives in total isolation and truly ignored the realities of life. However, some attempted to empathize with the lower classes and even played at being milkmaids. Small steps, but steps in the right direction nonetheless. There is no record anywhere of either Catherine the Great or Barbara the Barbarian every playing at being milkmaids.

Catherine the Great, like Barbara Bush, frequently drove her carriages right over the peasants in the middle of the road. Just as her Mephistophelian son was about to invade a country he had planned to invade long before 9/11, old bug-eyed, my poop is richer than your poop harpy Barbara, drove her carriage over the youth of the United States, by whining, as only a truly female dog can: "Why should we (the Royal We?) hear about body bags, and deaths, and how many, what day it's going to happen, and how many this or what do you suppose? It's not relevant. Why should I waste my beautiful mind on something like that?" Beautiful mind? Like a crazed, gassy old Pit Bull bitch's beautiful mind? In Fahrenheit 9/11 I think Michael Moore was way to kind to this hater of the average citizen of the United States, and the person responsible for unleashing a megalomaniac son on the world. Alex thought Elizabeth needed another serving of his great cocktail, because she was really, deeply upset.

As Cold as a Witch's Tit
That coldness seems to run through the blood of all the Bushes. But after her son, Barbara has the loudest mouth and dimmest mind, or is that Jeb, he of the face like a baby's ass?

One of the worst catastrophes to hit our country, after the Bushes, with hundreds of thousands of souls displaced, here comes this woman with a wangary body and complete lack of humanity; here comes this flabby pit bull, mouthing, or maybe foaming: "What I'm hearing, which is sort of scary, is they all want to stay in Texas. Everyone is so overwhelmed by the hospitality. And so many of the people in the arena here, you know, were underprivileged anyway, so this, this is working very well for them."

Jeez, what a sweetheart, almost makes you want to see her join her buddy Catherine the Great mañana at the latest, no? Grandma was right, wasn't she? Cold, Cold, Cold! Elizabeth, bless her, got in one more word, telling us that Barbara's attitude would gag a maggot, and we all had to agree with her.

On To Better Things
Max and Charlotte, those superbly well-organized people, were with us during our discussion about über-obnoxious Barbara, and yet they almost single-handedly prepared a feast for us tonight. As soon as Max came over he got the large grill going so that it would be ready when he needed it. Charlotte asked one of the teenagers to sound the dinner gong, and we proceeded to the dining room, where Charlotte immediately served us small Danish open-faced sandwiches of herring, apple and chives. She served this with a Rhône Valley white Côtes du Luberon and suggested that a good Savennières might also have been a good choice.

Next Max and Charlotte served us a very light, brothy Tortilla Soup. Max paired the soup with a Sonoma County, Rancho Zabaco Zinfandel.
Max ran out to the grill to collect the salmon he had grilled in aluminum foil packets. His timing is flawless, and the salmon, served with a California Dry Creek Chardonnay was cooked to perfection. He had also been grilling zucchini and Parmigiano-Reggiano bread to go both with the salmon, and with the braised Rolled Beef stuffed with spinach, anchovies, olives and capers. He and Charlotte brought a wonderful Cabernet Sauvignon from the wine cellar, an Eberle Paso Robles Cabernet Sauvignon to go with the beef.
Lastly, and with the help of Art and Terry who tonight contributed the goat cheese, Charlotte served us a Marsala and Chèvre Cake. How many ways are there to say bliss?

Winding Down
We took our after-dinner coffee back where the teenagers had been holding their own discussion about how contemptuous George's nasty mother is of the extremely unfortunate people who have had to flee Katrina's aftermath. One of them had heard this from a teacher, who was wondering if it was Ralph Waldo Emerson who said it, or Barbara Bush who feels it: "A person seldom falls sick, but the bystanders (the Bushes) are animated with a faint hope they will die."

Sweaters on against the cool night, the teenagers headed home and we stayed a while to clean up and plan the menus for the next few dinners.

Summary: Barbara Bush has no feelings on a par with that of a normal, compassionate person. Her family's disdain for the working citizens is well known. The suffering of the victims of Katrina was not felt by the Bushes. Do you think she and George H.W. have learned how to shop at a grocery store yet? What do you call a woman who really doesn't give a damn for other human beings?