The Vulgar President, in Youth and Retirement

The press is making a mistake in remembering him now, while everyone tries to forget.

Asad Rahim Khan April 07, 2014
The writer is a lawyer based in Lahore and studied law at Lincoln’s Inn and the London School of Economics. He tweets @AsadRahim

Around the time former US president Ronald Reagan’s diaries were published, an entry dated May 17th, 1986 came to light. Otherwise uppity editors couldn’t believe their luck, and it was printed, reprinted, and chain-mailed across the world.

It read, “A moment I’ve been dreading. George brought his ne’er-do-well son around this morning and asked me to find the kid a job. Not the political one who lives in Florida. The one who hangs around here all the time looking shiftless. This so-called kid is already almost 40 and has never had a real job. Maybe I’ll call Kinsley over at The New Republic and see if they’ll hire him as a contributing editor or something. That looks like easy work.”

No wonder the press couldn’t get enough. It was Reagan on Bush. And not H W Bush, Ronald’s white-bread vice-president, but Junior himself. The quote proved false, but read like hard truth: there was Reagan’s folksy prose. There was just a hint of Brother Jeb — the smarter, sleeker Bush. And there was Early George W, dumb and idle in ’86.

Forget the man was a flaming wreck in office, that’s not the discussion today. If George Bush’s civilian life has a background score, it is underachievement — the kind that Bush won elections with. There lies the best trick Bush pulled: the cardboard crudeness with which he distinguished himself from a too-distinguished father.

And Bush’s undistinguished past chimes well with his undistinguished present. W was best-known at Philips Academy Andover as a male cheerleader who mocked rivals in drag. He was worse at Yale, an “affable drunk” who helped garbage men pile up trash at five in the morning. In a turn of events that says much about the American education system, he would be rejected by the University of Texas’s law school — to be accepted by Harvard Business.

But Bush educated himself in other ways, after a run for Congress ended in attack after attack on how rich and soft he was. Teased for wearing preppy penny loafers without socks, Bush realised voters didn’t like privilege without merit. He would spit on Yale for the rest of his grown life.

Bush dropped the Maine gentility his father was dripping with, and played at being Texan instead, complete with cowboy boots, cowboy ranch, and (failing) oil business. He found “the light of God” and forgot the demon drink. And he finally swaggered into Southern politics, with a taste for smears not seen since Nixon.

The governor he challenged was painted as a woman of “loose repute” and, less forgivably, tough on guns. Bush won easily, and went for the White House. For a Compassionate Conservative, George turned the Republican race into a moral mud fight again. Voters leaning toward John McCain were told he had fathered a black child (the McCains had, in fact, adopted a Bangladeshi baby). McCain lost.

George became nominee and, by the grace of a Supreme Court decision, President of the United States. The rest is history, a history that millions in poorer nations continue reliving.

Which is why it’s odd to see George trying to return to respectability, and even odder that the foreign press permits as much. Not in the world-saving sense of other ex-presidents: there’s no Global Initiative by Bill Clinton here, no brave stand by Jimmy Carter on Palestine. Bush knows himself too well.

In typical Dubya fashion, W is underachieving his way back to the public’s good graces: through a series of weird oil paintings. Bush took up oil and canvas after leaving office, and painted a string of portraits of world leaders he unveiled last week. W’s art was received with less ceremony last year, when a self-portrait of him bathing was leaked online. He’s a funny fellow, George.

From what the experts tell us, Bush mimics pop artist Andy Katz with his flat blues and greens. Tony Blair, who can’t walk down the street without a citizen’s arrest, has been painted with “a lot of affection”. Bush didn’t miss a very 2004 General Musharraf either, who glowers at audiences through gold frames; Dubya’s chosen to render his good friend in surprisingly dark hues.

“I think their reaction is going to be, ‘Woah, George Bush is a painter,’” said Bush, with usual eloquence. He’s at it again, that old aw-shucks trick: it’s just George Junior, bumbling his way through life, more cute than competent. The media’s trying psychoanalysis too; the portraits suggest ‘a literal view of the world’, but a good man deep down. This, for the purest force of destruction we’ll see in our lifetimes.

And it’s working. His approval ratings have crawled up. The press has covered every brushstroke. Comparisons to fellow painter Churchill abound — though as an awful artist after losing his wars, a reverse Hitler comes quicker to mind.

The cultured are less impressed. “This is the art of Forrest Gump,” sniped art critic Jonathan Jones. “Idiocy in art has its charms. In the man who ran the free world into bloodstained buffers, those charms quickly sour. These empty headed daubs look the work of someone you wouldn’t trust to mow a lawn without cutting someone’s foot off.”

And here’s what people have missed about the Bush phenomenon all along: that how mediocre this man is hides an outstanding cruelty. That a draft-dodger could slander McCain and win. That “a conservative with a heart” could surround himself with red-meat wraiths like Don and Dick. That a born loser could wage wars that killed and raped hundreds of thousands. What former cheerleader could be a future war criminal?

God may forgive George Bush; humanity lacks the capacity to. The press is making a mistake in remembering him now, while everyone tries to forget. And when it comes to images that burn themselves into the brain, Bush is better off painting pyramids of naked bodies in Abu Ghraib.

“I expect I’ll be painting till I drop. And my last stroke, and I’m heading into the grave, I wonder what colour it will be?” said Bush.

If its self-expression he’s after, one would imagine blood red.

Published in The Express Tribune, April 8th, 2014.

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csmann | 8 years ago | Reply

@New Yorker Pakistani: Your are excused for thinking better of Mr.Bush since you are of New York-the city that suffered the worst terrorist attack of the 21st century,by terrorists that Mr. Bush took on rightfully. Looks like he is putting all his ill-begotten "Oil Money" into "Oils",and doing a worst job of it.

New Yorker Pakistani | 8 years ago | Reply

@Pak: I am not a Bush fan, voted against him and do believe he did a lot of harm. That said, he was elected by the majority (in terms of electoral votes which is all that counts) and in America public criticism is done in a civilized manner for the most part. That's my point. @ Ameer. Free speech does not mean using inapproriate language, that too for an elected president. Using vulgarities only reduces the point you might be trying to make.

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