Cheney makes all the decisions in The White House. This memo is proof.June 28, 2001
To: The President
From: Andrew H. Card Jr., Chief of Staff
Re: Looking ahead
cc: Karl, Karen
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Mr. President:
Laura tells me you're a bit blue about the recent polls that have you losing ground with Joe Six-Pack on specific issues. Well, if that's the way the media wants to play it (focusing on B-list stuff like the environment, energy, blah, blah, blah), then we can play hardball, too.
Below is a list of some of the more obvious burrs in our administrative saddle, along with new strategies Dick thinks we should implement in order to yank 'em off.
FOREIGN AFFAIRS: Your overseas trip proved you're the Troy Aikman of presidential diplomacy (minus the concussions), but in the coming months, party poopers like Joe ("Chia Hair") Biden will try to wipe the shine off your boots big time. They'll ignore all of your obvious victories in the foreign trenches (Mexico. And remember: that includes the Yucatan) and instead focus only on those few boils on our collective cheek (China, Korea, Europe). The solution? Do nada. To quote Li'l Kim (Dick did!), you're the "Big Momma Thang" of global relations, so you shouldn't allow yourself to be distracted by a few crybabies like "Shrek" Chirac and "Ricky" Schroeder. (Besides, Dick says we really don't need Germany and France anymore.) Just stick with the current battle plan -- a cool, don't-mess-with-me detachment (think "Lara Croft" with cojones) and the steady drumbeat of our missile defense plan ("El Poncho Grande") -- and we'll come out smelling like that yellow Texas rose.
One minor nit: You may want to cut back on your (always funny) gags when it comes to foreigners. Some light-in-the-loafers lefty reporter from the Village Voice overheard your latest ("What do you get when you stick a Russian president on top of a little round cracker? Putin on the Ritz") then beat you to death with it in his last column. For the time being, snip it from your repertoire. (But if it makes you feel any better, a straw vote here in the office had eight out of nine of us howling. Two guesses who the stick-in-the-mud was. Hint: She's from New Jersey and hugs trees.)
HEALTHCARE: Hate to say it, but this patients' bill of rights thing is going to happen. We've got to get on board soon, or the Dems'll say we're in bed with the HMOs. (Which reminds me: big Blue Cross/Blue Shield bash next week at Dick's place. Chicken-fried steak. Shania Twain. Yowza!) Anyway, the veep himself hammered out this ingenious plan that can give the masses their medicine without giving away the drugstore. Hospital patients want guaranteed access? They'll get guaranteed access -- to at least five different in-room movies, a salad bar on each ward, and gowns that don't show the moonlight through the back window, if you know what I mean. Mark my words: In six months, a trip to the hospital will be as much fun as a weekend at Epcot. I'd say Dick out-Dicked himself on this one.
BIG TOBACCO: We're trying to finagle a settlement in the (yawn) tobacco lawsuit. Dick thinks we may catch a little flak from the anti-cig radicals who want their big, fat court case, so last weekend we met with some Philip Morris and R.J. Reynolds execs and worked out the perfect official statement. The tobacco companies will say that they're "really, really sorry if they unknowingly did anything that might possibly have indirectly hurt someone," and that they'll give -- not sell, mind you, but give -- nicotine gum or butane lighters -- or both! -- to any smoker who wants them. Now, if that's not an apology, I'm Eleanor Roosevelt in a jock strap.
SCIENCE AND TECHNOLOGY: Unfortunately, we've got to head back to the drawing board in our search for a national science advisor. Dick volunteered to take the job himself, but the nit-picking eggheads insist on a "trained scientist." (Talk about "Revenge of the Nerds.") Meanwhile, your suggestion didn't work either. Turns out Bill Nye the Science Guy voted for Gore.
CONGRESS: It's been two months and the Senate is still in the hands of the Democrats (unbelievable!). Dick and Karl have been trying everything to turn it around, even a big-time stroke session with Zell Miller, dangling the possibility of another Olympics in Georgia (Macon '08?). Didn't work. I say, let's scrape this partisan poop off our shoe and keep on truckin'. So, OK, we're stuck with "Dasch-in-the-Pan" Daschle for two more years, but think of the upside to all this: we don't have to invite "Vacant" Lott to any more WH screenings. Too bad for him. It's "The Animal" next week.
"DOMESTIC" AFFAIRS: As you know, ever since People devoted its cover to "The Olsen Twins," (remember: code names in memos) the girls have turned up in every standup comic's routine in the country (FYI: Leno's officially off the Xmas card list). I think we need to arrange another trip to Crawford for a serious face-to-face with "Mary-Kate," just to make sure the message sunk in. What else can we do? Obviously, we can't fire her (Karen: can we?), but at the same time, the situation demands more than just a wrist-slap. She needs a scolding that will echo through the living rooms of Middle America -- a spiritual spanking, if you will. This matter calls for wisdom, steely discipline and the kind of tough love that only a parent can impart. We'll give it to Dick.
Call me.
Andy |
