posted on Jun, 24 2008 @ 09:15 AM
I too wondered about this, but to say the second voice sounds like himself, except for translator delay, simple echo, a bit deeper and grainy, is like
saying I sound just like Mariah Carey hitting a high "E" two octaves above middle "C", except a bit lower, kind of like a baritone, and just a bit
I also wonder about the obvious bracing seen under the back of his suit jacket. I've even seen the supposed model of the harness he is wearing.
Personally I think it is either some sort of armor protection, or he has some disease, and needs to brace his back. The similarity of this concept is
evident when compared to the braces worn by Forrest Gump, (in the younger boy scenes). Bushes brace is virtually identical, except for his is under a
jacket strapped to his back, while Forrest Gump's is strapped to his legs.
One last interesting note. I was thinking about the hour or so that Bush, aloft in Air Force One, being flown aimlessly around, wandering the skies
on Sept. 11, 2001, when I felt like henids were beginning to manifest into three separate thoughts.
The first, I wondered if a henid within Bush could ever percolate up into a conscious thought, or, if it simply remain a proto-thought, busily
fluttering around on little butterfly wings with the hoard of henids that came before it, remaining there in his mind, ultimately to be transformed,
along with all the others, from multitudes of uncrystallized thought, into, (such as a swarm of locust), one worthless, undeveloped piece of
The second, Does Bush have a complete A-Z library of all the "Barney" episodes on Air Force One as well? Or, just in the White House.
And the third henidical thought I had, well actually it, manifest from spontanious big bang, which spawn a uni-thought that, over tens of millions of
years, (calculated in brain years), evolved into more of a question than into a cold blooded reptilian, and the following is the question. If I were
writing a monologue for Bush to recite at a high profile event such as the one he read for the media party, I would never, ever joke regarding the
subject of memoirs, inferring that it would be cute to publish the work as a "pop-up children's story".