From Washington to Kennebunkport to Texas to old Europe and new Europe during the past two decades, Maureen Dowd has trained her binoculars on the Bush dynasty, putting them, as both 41 and 43 have complained to her, "on the couch". Here she wittily dissects the Oedipal loop-de-loop between father and son and the Orwellian logic of the rush to war in Iraq.As she's written about Bushworld, "It's their reality. We just live and die in it."
Drawing upon her celebrated columns, with a new introductory essay, Dowd probes the topsy-turvy alternative universe of a group she has made recognizable by their first names, middle initials, nicknames, or numbers (41, the Boy Emperor, Rummy, Condi, Wolfie, Uncle Dick of the Underworld, General Karl, and her own nickname from W., the Cobra) as they seek an extreme makeover of the country and the world.
Bushworld is a book any reader who cares about the real world won't want to miss.