My daughter borrowed a book from her school library today.  The book is a biography of President George W. Bush aimed toward elementary school-aged kids (she’s curious to learn where exactly he started going wrong).  The book, written by Veda Boyd Jones, has an interesting section about those years spent in a “drunken haze.” Allow me to reprint it here for your enjoyment.  I expected spin, but got an unraveling.  Remember that this book is aimed toward your average 10- to 12-year-old.

On a Christmas trip to visit his family in Washington D.C., where his father was now serving as chairman of the Republican Party, George W. caroused with friends.  One evening he took his younger brother Marvin with him, and the two imbibed.  Driving home, George W. hit a neighbor’s trashcan, which stuck to the wheel of his car.  The banging noise continued until he parked in his parents’ driveway.  Once they were in the house and the family saw the state of 15-year-old Marvin, George Bush called his oldest son into the den.

“I hear you’re looking for me,” said an inebriated George W.  “You wanna go mano a mano right here?”

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