International: Bush Still Doesn't Get The Microphone Concept
Bush curses Hezbollah during G-8 luncheon
By JEANNINE AVERSA, AP Economics Writer
Mon Jul 17, 9:49 AM ET
ST. PETERSBURG, Russia - It wasn't meant to be overheard. Private luncheon conversations among world leaders, picked up by a microphone, provided a rare window into both banter and substance — including President Bush cursing Hezbollah's attacks against Israel.
Bush expressed his frustration with the United Nations and his disgust with the militant Islamic group and its backers in Syria as he talked to British Prime Minister Tony Blair during the closing lunch at the Group of Eight summit.
"See the irony is that what they need to do is get Syria to get Hezbollah to stop doing this s--- and it's over," Bush told Blair as he chewed on a buttered roll…
…The unscripted comments came during a photo opportunity at the lunch. The leaders clearly did not realize that a live microphone was picking up their discussion.
Bush also spoke to other leaders, and his unscripted comments ranged from the serious topic of escalating violence in the Mideast to light banter about his preference for Diet Coke and a gift he received from another leader.
…Bush also remarked that some speakers at the meeting talk too long.
“Christ, Tony, is this fucking conference ever going to end? Who’s that shithead up there on the podium now, and what the fuck is he droning on about? Is that a real language he’s talking in or is he just making that shit up as he goes along? Does he think anybody’s even listening to him? And what is this piece of shit he gave me for a present, what is it, a salt shaker or something, what the fuck am I supposed to do with this?”
“I say, George—“
“Jesus, I hate these fucking meetings. Eight hours on a fucking plane just to hear this endless bullshit. Hey, waiter! How do you say “Diet Coke” in Russian, Tony? Waiter, Comrade Waiter, whatever the hell you call yourself, can I get a Diet Coke here? For Christ’s sake, I’m dry as Margaret Thatcher’s snatch, how about a Diet Coke, have you got a Diet Coke in this fucked-up black market country of yours? Anyway, Tony, we’ve got to get the U.N. to get the Syrians to get Hezbollah to cut this shit out, pronto, or we can just wipe our asses with my ‘Road Map To Peace’—“
“George, old chum, have you noticed there’s a bit of an echo or reverberation or something in this conference room? Your words seem to be--”
“Fucking U.N., my ass. And I wish someone would tell Kim Chee or whatever his name is, that dickhead who runs North Korea, to stop fucking around with nuclear missiles. I wish somebody would use his fucking brain for once and do something about that.”
“I say, George, you might want to—“
“Mexico, that’s another fucking disaster. We got some left-wing Commie cocksucker down there who wants another fucking recount, what kind of bullshit clusterfuck elections do the Mexies run down there? And where the fuck is my Diet Coke? I’m choking on this fucking roll, for Christ’s sake. Shithead Russian waiters--”
“I believe there’s a bit of a little switch-thingie on your microphone that you might want to—“
“And it’s not like my country’s perfect either, you know. Six years of my motherfucking tax cuts and the economy’s still in the shithouse, we’re gonna run a nine trillion dollar national debt and I have to go on the radio and tell a bunch of fucking idiots how great things are.”
”Yes, yes, that is very troubling. I say, do you mind if I just reach over you for a moment and flick this little switchie thing on your—“
“For Christ’s sake, Tony, keep your fucking hands off me, what are you, a fucking queer or something? Don’t you know there’s TV cameras on us right now, asshole? If you want a fucking roll ask for it and I’ll hand it to you, what were you born in a fucking barn or something? Here, here's the butter, too. And wipe your forehead, you’re sweating like a pig, you’re the fucking British Prime Minister and you’re sweating like you're shitting your pants, wipe yourself off, for Christ's sake.”
“George—“
“The problem in my country is that people don’t have respect for traditional fucking Christian values anymore, and you know why that is? Cause the majority of Americans are a bunch of ungodly shitheads,” he added. “If you can’t respect Jesus fucking Christ, who can you respect? Hey…What’s everybody looking at me for? Oh fuck, Tony, have I got some shit stuck between my teeth again?"
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Looks like Mr. President needs his nap. He's getting all grumpy again.
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