Hail To The Chief

If you live in Kansas City, you are likely aware that President Bush is visiting our town this morning and touring the greeting card concern which employs me. From my office window (and of course by "office" I mean 8 x 8 box) I can look out on the courtyard across which Dear Leader will stroll on his way to give a little talk at the visitors' center. Shockingly, I wasn't included on the guest list of employees chosen to soak in his words of wisdom.

It's crazy. They have everything blocked off. Even the windows along the elevated walkway through which, presumably, he'll be escorted, are covered in brown craft paper. Which to me seems, I don't know, a little shabby. There are armed men on the surrounding roof tops. As of about 30 minutes ago, we're essentially on lock down in here until he leaves. (note to Homeland Security agents monitoring this: I'm not complaining. Really. Don't tase me, bro.)

Just now two bus loads of Republican school children have pulled in to act as photo op props. Another nicer bus full of local business honchos was just ahead of them. I don't know what time George (can I call you George?) is supposed to arrive, but all this prep gives one pause. We let our own president here at Irish Fest just walk around, out in the open. With no Secret Service. Past regular, unblocked windows. With nary a photographer or dimpled school child in sight, let alone a phalanx of photographers to capture the magic, totally unscripted moment.

So I'm inspired here. I think from now on we need to make some changes as to how we treat President Scanlon, and President-Elect Follis next year. I think we need to take a cue from our government and treat our Irish Fest president like they treat our actual president: like he's got some kind of infectious disease. Or, maybe more accurately, like we the people aren't worthy to gaze upon him. Which, clearly, we're not. Changes are in order. So if you're looking for President Scanlon at Irish Fest this year, don't worry he'll be there. Right behind the covered glass, beyond the barricades and past the armed guards in sun glasses. Be sure and wave, as you're being dragged away to be water boarded.