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Politics : WHO IS RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT IN 2004 -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: calgal who wrote (7272)	12/8/2003 11:17:33 PM
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Part II: Thanksgiving in Baghdad and more. From the December 15, 2003 issue: The president's Thanksgiving Triumph gives the Washington Post heartburn. 12/15/2003, Volume 009, Issue 14 Page 2 of 2 < Back He delivered his speech, which we all loved, then he looked right at me and held his eyes on me. Then he stepped down and was just mobbed by the soldiers. He slowly worked his way all the way around the chow hall and shook every last hand extended. Every soldier who wanted a photo with the President got one. I made my way through the line, got dinner, then wolfed it down as he was still working the room. You could tell he was really enjoying himself. It wasn't just a photo opportunity. This man was actually enjoying himself! He worked his way over the course of about 90 minutes towards my side of the room. . . . As he passed and posed for photos, he looked me in the eye and said, "How you doin', captain." I smiled and said "God bless you, sir." To which he responded "I'm proud of what you do, Captain." Then moved on. Talking Turkey The president's Thanksgiving Day trip was such a triumph, it sent the media into a deep funk. The most ludicrous manifestation of this was the Washington Post's attack of the vapors over the fact that the turkey held by the president in the photo to the left was "roasted and primped . . . to adorn the buffet line" and not actually eaten. This, they intoned, "opened new credibility questions" for the White House. They weren't kidding. They devoted 886 words to the story. So we thought we'd provide some more story ideas for the Post's vaunted investigative team. Bob Woodward may personally want to take charge of this project. (1) White House sources tell us that the president's remarks to the troops may secretly have been drafted not by the president himself, but by a paid team of speechwriters. (2) When the president appears on formal occasions like the State of the Union, it only looks like he's reciting his speech from memory. In fact, using something called a TelePrompTer that he can see but we can't, he's reading his lines. (3) Finally, and this may require an internal probe at the Post, we hear that members of the White House press corps have been known to write out in advance those impromptu-sounding questions they ask the president at his televised news conferences--just so they will look more commanding and professional when they're on camera There are more ideas where those came from, but it's safe to say the Post is right: New credibility questions are popping up all over. Thinking This Over In America, as we know, any kid can grow up to be president, but who would have thought that a journalist could grow up to earn the Presidential Medal of Freedom? Yet this has now happened to Robert Bartley, former editor of the Wall Street Journal, who was chosen to receive the nation's highest civilian honor by President Bush last week. The citation records the indisputable: that as "a champion of free markets, individual liberty, and the values necessary for a free society," Bartley "has helped shape the times in which we live." Ours is a better country because Bob Bartley decided to become a journalist and over the last three decades shaped the nation's most important editorial page. We salute a master of the trade. Let's Help the New York Times (cont.) Thanks to all the readers who have been cc'ing THE SCRAPBOOK on their unpublished letters to the editor of the New York Times. Keep them coming (scrapbook@weeklystandard.com). We'll be publishing selections in upcoming issues.