A Disconcerting Irony

For all of Dubya’s faults—all of em, he thought wearily, all of them—there are two things that people say about him through crisis after crisis. One is that of all the human virtues, he holds loyalty in the highest regard. The other is that once he decides on a path, he cannot be turned from it. He doggedly hangs on to what he considers his mission, regardless of anything else at all.

So, I started thinking: There must be a job somewhere in which these two traits would spell success. Dubya’s gotta be suited for some job somewhere, right?

Loyalty to his fellows, dogged tenacity toward a goal.

Loyalty, tenacity.

Then it hit me: Dubya’s talents would’ve made him a first-rate soldier!

What a shame those pesky National Guard types in Texas and Alabama kept him from truly shining in Viet Nam, making him complete training missions and stay sober, then went and lost his papers and everything.

What a shame.