More Book Learning?  
Publishers are pondering the all but inevitable George W. Bush memoir, and their guidance is clear: how can we miss you if you don’t go away?
Publishing PR wizard Paul Bogaards says Bush should wait for memories to fuzz up a bit:
“…given how the public feels about him right now, I think patience would probably be something that I would encourage”
And publisher Jonathan Karp says them foreigners don’t care for him neither:
“President Bush is perceived as a unilateral cowboy who didn’t respect other nations. So there’s a shortfall overseas”
Now Nothing Can Remove The Smell 
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That city by the bay could have MADE HISTORY by voting to name a sewage plant for George W. Bush, but swerved in the voting booth and spoiled the era of good feeling launched with the election of Barack Obama.
The Dream Shall Never Die  
Bush Goes To The Dogs   
Slate has turned the release of “W” into a reunion of many of the media greats who covered Bush, teeing off on various sub-topics inspired by the film, the President, or whatever the media-ists to have to promote.
Hubris co-author Michael Isikoff takes up the question of when Bush decided to invade Iraq, saying the war was in motion by May 1, 2002.
On that day Isikoff places Bush on the South Lawn, whacking tennis balls to his dogs and yelling at Press Secretary Ari Fleischer about Saddam Hussein:
“Did you tell her I’m going to kick his sorry motherfucking ass all over the Mideast?”
Bush gave an interview on Ronald Reagan the same day, and Isikoff thinks the President’s memo scribbles are indicative of his mind-frame.
“Optimism and strength,” Bush scrawled at the top of the memo. Also, “decisive” and “faith.” Next to a question about Reagan’s direct, blunt style, Bush wrote “moral clarity.” He drew an arrow next to the word forceful. Alongside a question about the 1983 suicide-bombing attack on the U.S. Marines barracks in Lebanon (which killed 241 U.S. troops), Bush wrote, “There will be casualties.”
The Voice From Beyond 
America’s most prolific dead presidential offspring/author has struck again. Margaret Truman, Harry’s daughter, has checked in again with yet another Washington “mystery.” Murder Inside The Beltway is perhaps the most insipidly titled of her, shall we say uninspired crap novels.
Miss Truman “authored” a string of ’em before her January death. She’s entombed with her parents and husband at the Truman Library.
His Destiny, The Stars! 
Portfolio looks beyond today’s election headlines towards next January, when Mr. 25% takes his sad self back to Texas.
The magazine talked Bush image restoration with all the PR greats, and Jerry Della Femina.  Their advice ranges from sitting on his ass in Crawford in order to somehow restore his best-guy-to-have-a-beer-with image, to the wildly brain-dead: assaulting Americans in the midst of their television viewing.
“He needs to start campaigning again like a good ol’ boy. For instance, Jon Stewart makes fun of Bush’s dance moves. Bush should go on Dancing With the Stars, not as a contestant but maybe for a quick cameo.”
 
Previous efforts along this line took the President to Deal/No Deal, without visible effect.
