May 22, 2004 3:39 pm US/Mountain
CRAWFORD, Texas (AP) President Bush suffered cuts and bruises early Saturday afternoon while mountain biking on his ranch. He was on the 16th mile of a 17-mile ride when he fell, said White House spokesman Trent Duffy.

Bush suffered minor abrasions and scratches on his chin, upper lip, nose, right hand, and both knees, Duffy said. The accident occurred while he was riding with members of the Secret Service and his personal physician, Dr. Richard Tubbs.

After Tubbs cleaned his scratches, Bush finished the ride.

that was s slightly misleading thread title

What kind of folky wisdom will Molly Ivins proffer about this incident?

"When you have a president who's fond of unilateral action, don't be surprised when he falls over on one side."

"It seems that, whether he's being steady-handed while waging a war or being anything but while riding a bike, Bushy just can't seem to stay on track."

"Oh, Bushy'll be alright. It's nothing that a short rest on a couch and a bag of pretzels can't remedy."

"I am a font of down-homey aphorisms. I can't seem to open my mouth without them spilling out like water from a west Texas desert well. Shit, there I go again. Will no one put a stop to this endless wave of similes, good-natured political witticisms, and Texas-themed imagery? Here, take this gun and point it to my temple. Make me one with the earth, the self-same earth that opened up to swallow my foregoers--Jim Bowie, Davy Crockett, LBJ, and countless underappreciated Mexican domestics. Paint the big Texas sky with new shades of blood red, and make the lower horizontal bar on our great sprawling flag mean something violent, something final. End this curse of mine--my unerringly charming insights that come no matter how much I try to corral them like a vaquero of days past. Shit. It’s not stopping. Please. Please. Just blow my fucking brains out.

<font color=#007AAA face="courier new">How on earth can you mountain bike in West Texas?</font>

the election should be determined by a bike race.

Originally posted by Mr. Rhinoceros
<font color=#007AAA face="courier new">How on earth can you mountain bike in West Texas?</font>

Wait, Crawford's not west. It's northeast of you!

I think it'd be hilarious if the party used this as an example of "he get's knocked down, but he gets back up and keeps going," as opposed to Kerry, who fell on the snowboard and then blamed it on that "son of a bitch secret service" guy.

Originally posted by sppunk


Wait, Crawford's not west. It's northeast of you!

<font color=#007AAA face="courier new">The media always says it's west texas. Where the shit is it? Alls I know is that there aren't many mountains to bike on considering the pictures I've seen of that ranch.</font>

Originally posted by tweedyburd
I think it'd be hilarious if the party used this as an example of "he get's knocked down, but he gets back up and keeps going," as opposed to Kerry, who fell on the snowboard and then blamed it on that "son of a bitch secret service" guy.

<font color=#007AAA face="courier new">If you were a real conservative then you'd hate Bush as much as we do.</font>

lol, what the hell does that have to do with anything I just posted? Have you relapsed back into heavy marijuana use?

If by "real conservative" you mean isolationists like Pat Buchanan, then count me out.

Originally posted by pastor
What kind of folky wisdom will Molly Ivins proffer about this incident?

"When you have a president who's fond of unilateral action, don't be surprised when he falls over on one side."

"It seems that, whether he's being steady-handed while waging a war or being anything but while riding a bike, Bushy just can't seem to stay on track."

"Oh, Bushy'll be alright. It's nothing that a short rest on a couch and a bag of pretzels can't remedy."

"I am a font of down-homey aphorisms. I can't seem to open my mouth without them spilling out like water from a west Texas desert well. Shit, there I go again. Will no one put a stop to this endless wave of similes, good-natured political witticisms, and Texas-themed imagery? Here, take this gun and point it to my temple. Make me one with the earth, the self-same earth that opened up to swallow my foregoers--Jim Bowie, Davy Crockett, LBJ, and countless underappreciated Mexican domestics. Paint the big Texas sky with new shades of blood red, and make the lower horizontal bar on our great sprawling flag mean something violent, something final. End this curse of mine--my unerringly charming insights that come no matter how much I try to corral them like a vaquero of days past. Shit. It’s not stopping. Please. Please. Just blow my fucking brains out.






*stunned silence*





*deafening applause*

<font color=#007AAA face="courier new">pastor rules.</font>