Brother, can you spare a dime…

In this case a political dime. Bush, this summer, will find himself in a bit of a quandary down at the ranch. First, that darn prairie cloud raining down Rove and Libby pellets just when you want a clear afternoon to enjoy the setting sun. Second, that inescapable specter of FDR and the New Deal social security legislation which keeps Laura up all night, with its blasted chain rattling and down right ornery chants of “private accounts won’t work”!!

Third, tucked away neatly in his memory is the realization that the Downing Street memo has been forgotten, but for how long? Fourth, there is the looming question of … what is called again … Iraq, Iran, North Korea, Cuba, Sudan, Syria, Saudi Arabia … O its gotta be one of those countries fighting against progress, democracy and freedom. Finally, no vacation away from the office is complete without calls from congressmen wondering if Roberts is the “right” choice for the vacancy.

With Bush’s political capital spent on the above issues, he needs the rest and relaxation of Crawford and the ranch which has become an oasis of solitude. Even though the temperature in Crawford feels like 107 it will be a cool breeze compared to the heated onslaught of questions, probes, investigations, second guessing and war causalities.