Hoot Hoot

I have never been good at Science.  And since I don't like to do things that I am not good at (read: embarrassingly bad at), only a few lessons from my mandated 12 year science curriculum are memorable enough to pop back into my head from time to time.  One of such notable lessons falls into the fauna/flora category; to be more specific, nocturnal animals.  I remember being floored by the concept of beings that not only can exist, but THRIVE well after the Cosby Show's closing captions wound up the TV and I was shuttled off to bed.  

It appears that our Commander in Chief has become such a nocturnal animal.  Owl-like, he emerges post news cycle with redundant iterations of that which has already been determined.  Bush returned home to TX, several days after Ike's wrath washed through and just before my Houston friends and colleagues regained electricity and water, to certify that a hurricane had indeed hit the Lone Star State and that, yes, it would take a long time to recover.  I bet he thought that he did a bang-up job there, just because he actually landed and talked to people instead of gravely nodding from 10,000 feet on Air Force 1. 

Later that week, our Chief Executive, emerged to note our economy is in rough shape.  Really?  Is that what all of those white people looking sad while holding cardboard boxes is all about?  He finished with a token call for bipartisanship- a call which, to him, loosely translates to, "Congress should let me do whatever I want.  This should be the policy despite the fact that I've not done much right and clearly don't understand what is going on."   

I wonder if our nocturnal president will continue to disregard our daily reality.  I really don't know if I can answer that question because, again, I've never been good at science.