That's President George W. Bush, looking nervous while surrounded by children's books yesterday at an elementary school in Philadelphia.
Why does he seem so worried? Is he praying that there's no sequel to My Pet Goat that they'll ask him to read to the kids? Things ended badly last time, if you'll recall. Does he think he's in a dream? Deja-vu? Or is it just a general anxiety that afflicts him?
Or is he just thinking, like the rest of us, "Less than two weeks, less than two weeks, how much can I fuck things up in less than two weeks?" Maybe the real issue is whether that question is, for him, a hope or a fear.
