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Pappy Bush on Paul Wellstone: "Who Is This Chickenshit?"

George Bush Sr on Wellstone

by WAYNE MADSEN

Before we all get sucked into George W. Bush’s eulogies of the late Minnesota Senator Paul Wellstone let us not forget what his father, Bush 41, called the Senator at a White House reception for newly-elected members of Congress in 1991.

Wellstone, who ran on a progressive platform, did not think Bush 41 cared one wit about education, health care, and workers’ safety issues.

So when Wellstone met Bush in a typical White House pro forma reception line, he used the occasion to urge Bush on three different occasions to spend more time on issues like education and cautioning him against the Persian Gulf War. Of course, Bush was more concerned about fighting the war against Iraq (sound familiar?) and could care less about Wellstone’s issues.

After Wellstone violated Bush 41′s sanctimonious White House protocol, Bush was overheard saying, “Who is this chicken shit?”

Now after Senator Wellstone was tragically killed in a plane crash and “General” Karl Rove is obviously busy trying to figure out how the tragedy can benefit the GOP’s chances of winning control of the Senate, I think it’s time to answer old man Bush’s question.

Far from being a chicken shit, Wellstone actually cared for people, unlike your pathetic son who could not even find a few minutes to attend one or two funerals of his Washington, DC area neighbors who were tragically shot and killed by a couple of snipers. No, Mr. Bush 41, Paul Wellstone was not a chicken shit, that epitaph is better reserved for you and your moronic son.

Bush was entertaining a brutal dictator at his awful Texas ranch while a group of Democratic leaders — Governors Glendening and Warner, Senators Sarbanes and Mikulski, DC Mayor Williams, County Executives Duncan and Curry were celebrating the capture of the snipers and consoling the families of their victims. And then we were told that Paul Wellstone died in a plane crash with his wife, daughter, staffers, and pilots. First confirmation of the tragedy came not from the Senator’s office or that of Minnesota’s governor, but from the scruffy Crawford Ranch. I wanted to puke right then and there on the spot.

Mr. Bush 43: are you the President of the United States or the President of a corporate America resident in Texas? Senator Wellstone certainly knew the answer to that question.

The best memorial for Senator Wellstone is for Democrats, moderate Republicans, and progressives everywhere to turn out the vote on Election Day and keep the Senate Democratic and give the gavel in the House back to Richard Gephardt. It is the best tribute to the late and much-admired “boat rocker” from Minnesota.

WAYNE MADSEN is a Washington, DC-based investigative journalist and columnist. He wrote the introduction to Forbidden Truth.

Madsen can be reached at: WMadsen777@aol.com