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<title>
Aug. 24, 1992: Just Suppose . . .
</title>
<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1992
Aug. 24, 1992 George Bush: The Fight of His Life
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
ESSAY, Page 72
Just Suppose...</hdr><body>
<p>By Paul Gray
</p>
<p> Scene: The Oval Office. The television lights and cameras
are ready.
</p>
<p> Disembodied voice: "Five, four, three, two, one."
</p>
<p> Q. Good evening, Mr. President. Thank you for allowing us
and our viewing audience to join you here.
</p>
<p> A. My pleasure, I'm sure.
</p>
<p> Q. For openers, Sir, let's suppose you have a grandchild...
</p>
<p> A. I do, plenty of 'em...
</p>
<p> Q. And that grandchild came to you and admitted that he
had once smoked marijuana while listening to a bootlegged
Megadeth tape on a Sony Walkman, and that he had passed the
joint on to a multicultural friend of uncertain sexual
orientation, and that a spaced-out biker at the same party had
cursed all politicians who favor crash-helmet laws...
</p>
<p> A. Ummm...
</p>
<p> Q. And that as a result of this experience, your
grandchild confessed to feeling that life is meaningless, just
one darned inconsequential thing after another, and that maybe
the best thing for him to do would be to go to beautician
school. How would you counsel him?
</p>
<p> A. [Lengthy pause] I'm not sure I follow the drift...
</p>
<p> Q. O.K., let me try it this way. Suppose you had a
different grandchild...
</p>
<p> A. Oh, boy, another grandchild...
</p>
<p> Q. No, Sir, a girl this time. And this grandchild told you
that she believed her body had been won in an intergalactic
lottery by an extraterrestrial named Zonk whom she had met at
college, and that where Zonk came from, "family values" had a
far different meaning than they do here on earth. For example,
on Zonk's home planet consensual simultaneous polygamy was
regarded as pretty much standard operating procedure, and so,
for that matter, were intimate, but caring, relationships with
plants. Now...
</p>
<p> A. [Looking to his side] Are we on live?
</p>
<p> Voice offscreen: Yes, Mr. President.
</p>
<p> Q. Now, Sir, this grandchild asks your permission to go
off with Zonk and pay a visit to his planet. She explains that
she wants to see and experience these different family values
for herself, the better to be able to make an informed judgment
on the life-style of her choice. What would you say to her, or
to any young person faced with such a situation?
</p>
<p> A. Isn't all that a little, er, hypothetical?
</p>
<p> Q. Does that mean you won't answer the question, Sir?
</p>
<p> A. [Edgily] No, no, all it means is I've never had a
grandchild come to me and say that someone named Wonk...
</p>
<p> Q. That's Zonk...
</p>
<p> A. Whatever. No grandchild of mine has ever asked my
advice about taking a trip to another planet. How can I possibly
respond...?
</p>
<p> Q. I understand, Mr. President. The old vision thing, I
suppose, rearing its ugly head. Permit me to go at this from
another slant. Suppose that Mrs. Bush...
</p>
<p> A. Now just hold on here a minute, I don't see why we have
to drag Bar into this...
</p>
<p> Q. [Insistently] Suppose that Mrs. Bush has been
kidnapped by a band of Aleut separatist terrorists who are
demanding that the island of Attu be towed by a reclamation team
under the auspices of the United Nations southward to the San
Diego harbor, where the climate is warmer and where the
islanders can paddle onshore to catch a movie or a meal at
McDonald's. Furthermore, these international criminals say that
if their ultimatums are not met within three days, Mrs. Bush,
your wife of 47 years, will be set adrift on the Bering Strait
in a rubber dinghy with nothing to sustain her but some frozen
whale blubber and a complete set of Jane Fonda exercise
cassettes. What would be your response? Would you put your arm
around her?
</p>
<p> A. [Eyes skittering] This is a joke, isn't it?
</p>
<p> Voice offscreen: Easy, Mr. President. Some 30 million
potential voters are zapping past right this minute, waiting for
an answer.
</p>
<p> Q. To reiterate: Would you put your arm around her, Sir?
Would this deeply intense, deeply personal, deeply deep family
crisis change in any way your commitment to the rule of
international law and to the principal that islands, all things
being equal, should stay where God put them?
</p>
<p> A. [Digging a finger into his shirt collar] Well, of
course I'd put my arm around Bar. Only, if she's in a rubber
raft somewhere off Alaska and I'm here at the White House, I
don't quite see how I could...I mean...
</p>
<p> Q. [Huffily] Thank you, Sir. That clarifies that.
</p>
<p> A. Well, could I at least add something about God and
islands?
</p>
<p> Q. I'm sorry, Mr. President, our time is almost over. One
final question, if I may. Suppose that you are a venerable
Douglas fir somewhere in the wilderness of the Pacific
Northwest. And further suppose that your upper branches provide
home and shelter for the endangered spotted owl. And then one
day you hear the sound of approaching chain saws. The owls start
to flap around you in alarm. And then you see the lumberjacks
approaching your trunk, and you realize that the foreman of the
crew is actually Elvis...
</p>
</body></article>
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