"PS: No more public scatology"

[mofangongren]

There’s a delightful series of letters between Harriet Miers and Bush at http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/1012055miers1.html. Kinda beautiful, really, the mutual admiration expressed at every turn.

In a 1997 Hallmark greeting card (adorned with a photo of a dog), Miers sent along belated birthday wishes and noted that “You are the best governor ever–deserving of great respect!” In another note (penned on an American Greetings card), Miers wrote that she hoped Bush’s daughters realized that their parents were “cool.” A 1995 Miers note thanked Bush for a visit, adding that an airplane ride with the governor was “Cool!” Sadly, the document dump did not include Miers’s e-mail or IM messages, which are surely filled with loads of sappy emoticons.

However, my favorite is this one, in which Bush recommends to Harriet Miers in a postscript: No more public scatology. I think we all can appreciate that one.

[Huang_Guang_Chen]

So I presume it’s cool to scat away in private though?

Funny piece regarding their correspondence:

George and Harriet - The Bestest of Friendsies

But I still don’t get it . . . what did he mean?

HG

[mofangongren]

No more in public… only in private, where it belongs between a grown man and his adoring lawyer. From Miriam-Webster online:

Main Entry: [b]sca

[Huang_Guang_Chen]

Oooh! I don’t like the images my brain is throwing back at me . . . I’m not closing my eyes for the rest of the day!!

HG

[mofangongren]

Well, I suppose Bush knew about the power of those sorts of images… which is why he’s insisting to Miers “no more public scatology”.

[Huang_Guang_Chen]

Umm Miss Miers, I’ve been a vewy vewy nawty boy agin . . .

[Durins_Bane]

I am quite frankly surprised that Bush would know a word like “scatology”. I am not trying to be a smartass…I am seriously surpised.

[mofangongren]

The tone of her letters was just so cute, though. Telling Bush how much she hopes his kids can know that Bush and Laura are “cool”.

Again, the Rudepundit puts it well:

In a thank-you card, Miers opens, “Hopefully, Jenna and Barbara recognize that their parents are ‘cool’- as do the rest of us.” Which sounds like code for smoking dope and swapping partners at parties in the governor’s mansion, with Nathan Hecht and George watching as Harriet and Laura go at it like rutting weasels on the carpet emblazoned with the seal of Texas.