Hearing President Bush these days constantly complain about “the politicians” and John Kerry being part of a “Washington mind-set,” and saying things like “I got news for the Washington crowd” is like hearing Courtney Love bitch about junkies. “Washington insider” is by definition a function of one’s proximity to the president. That’s you, Mr. Bush. You’re ground zero. Ever wonder, sir, why everyone stands and they play music when you enter a room? When you’re given check-writing privileges by the Federal Reserve, you just might be a Washington insider.
Lemme try to explain it to you in a different way: You’re not “Mr. Smith goes to Washington” — you’re the Washington part. We need a Mr. Smith to mess with you. You’re not on a mission you reluctantly accepted, like the old farts in “Space Cowboys.” You campaigned for this job, and now you’re doing it again. And having been the Grand Poobah for three years, it’s a little late to be selling yourself as some fish-out-of-water cowboy visiting the big city on assignment.