I’m George W. Bush and I Approved This Kitty

The latest yankee to invade my game in Nintendogs is former President George W. Bush. He came with his cat and the option to meet up with him at the park. He stands by idly, watching and judging you coldly as you toss your frisbee around with your dog. In the background is a “Mission Accomplished” banner, and at the end of the play date a man in a suit comes up and whispers into his ear that there’s been a terrorist attack in New York.

I don’t know how the people who release these updates choose which President goes next. It’s gone from Jimmy Carter, to Ronald Reagan, to FDR and now Dubya. Is there a ranking system involved? Is Dubya one rung above FDR? I can’t wait for Nixon and Clinton, to be honest. At least I can name their pets: Checkers and Socks. That’s how much I, as a Canadian, know about American politics: I can name Presidential pets. I’d have to struggle to tell you the name of my former Prime Minister. For some reason, I keep forgetting about Paul Martin, mainly because he was completely useless and un-influential. Canada has more interim leaders than… I don’t think there’s a proper analogy. We have the MOST interim leaders: the Gerald Fords of the North. No one voted for them and no one ever will. I can’t even name the new opposition leaders after the old ones died or quit. How am I supposed to be interested in them politically when they’re so disposable? At least with American Presidents you know they’ll be around for at least four more year unless something VERY newsworthy comes up.

I don’t know the name of the current Presidential dog, but I do know that Obama basically didn’t want one and caved in to his two daughters after making an off-hand promise he didn’t think he’d really have to follow up on. He basically told them that if they ever got to move into the white house they could have a dog, and they did, so they got one. Now he’s probably sitting at his desk fretting over a bill, and he’ll look up and there’ll be a dog there for whom he has no love, and he doesn’t know what to do with. It’s just there.

I honestly think Americans wouldn’t vote for a candidate if they didn’t have a pet. In their minds, if a person can’t take care of a dog, how can they take care of a country? It’s the SAME thing.