Every time I see George W on my TV I find myself not just listening to what he says but looking more closely at how he says it. Not at the President of the United States but at the man hiding behind the great seal. What manner of man is this? Take his walk for instance straight backed, arms held slightly away from his sides. This is the walk of someone hugely muscle-bound. Someone with pecs so substantial, their arms point-blank, refuse, simply, to hang straight down. The only problem is George W doesn’t seem to have any muscles, or rather none of a size that justify this particular gait.

Or could he have Marlboro man in mind. Bush is (kind of), from Texas ‘n all. But does having a hobby ranch give you swagger rights?

There’s also his hesitant delivery; the sense of clear and present danger he gives off whenever he’s speechifying. As though he must get it done soon before something terrible tucks itself in at the end of one of his sentences:”…potty-poo, titty.” Or something. The constant fear of internal hi-jack.

The wizard in the [Wizard of OZ](http://www.filmsite.org/wiza.html) also springs to mind..

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