Early afternoon, the floor of the Senate. Frank, don't call me Francis, Lautenberg, D-NJ- is addressing the cameras with a show and tell presentation.
Click-click...even though his presentation is comprised of photographs hastily glued to the backs of recycled milk cartons, the Senator still enjoys using the old clicker his father gave him, for it reminds him of the stories he listened to at the old man's side, and smiles at the memory of his dad discussing in vivid detail how he and his wealthy cronies trained the Flappers from the Roaring Twenties to respond to just one click. Mostly though, he digs watching the young interns run like banshees whenever he squeezes his fingers together.
Sen. Lautenberg: And here's a picture of the President playing the guitar right before the hurricane hit. This isn't about partisan politics, it's about how unfeeling George Bush is.
Click-click Sen. Lautenberg: And here's a picture of the President showering while the poor people of New Orleans withered in the sun, wishing, hoping, praying for clean water to shower with. This isn't about partisan politics, it's about how unfeeling George Bush is.
Click-click Sen. Lautenberg: And here's a picture of the President drinking a clean glass of water while the poor people of New Orleans withered in the sun, wishing, hoping, praying for clean water to drink. This isn't about partisan politics, it's about how unfeeling George Bush is.
Click-click Sen. Lautenberg: And here's a picture of the President making love to Mrs. Bush while the poor people of New Orleans withered in the sun, wishing, hoping, praying for a place where they could rut as well. This isn't about partisan politics, it's about how unfeeling George Bush is.
Click-click Sen. Lautenberg: And here's a picture of the President, wait a second now. This is a new one. Is that John Travolta and Kelly Preston shaving that monkey...never mind, it all boils down to having nothing to do with partisan politics, it's about how unfeeling George Bush is.
C-Span Cuts: To the President, many miles away, delivering a message to the American people. Heads occasionaly turn in unison to a strange, cricket-like noise that none can identify...
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