Bush, Blair Relationship Strained
March 26, 2003. The increasingly rocky relationship between George W. Bush and British Prime Minister Tony Blair is causing grave concern to those around them.
A spokesman for Britain’s Labour Party lamented the situation. “Many of us in the Parliament became rather alarmed straight away when Tony started to take up with George. None of us could understand what a man in George’s position could possibly want with Tony, and we were suspicious of his motives. We’ve never said ‘boo’ to George, nor has he ever said ‘boo’ to any of us, but we were very concerned—we were worried that poor Tony would put himself into a position where he could lose a great deal without as much as a how-d’ye-do from George. We all tried to warn him off getting involved with an American—after all, they only have one thing on their minds: money. But Tony’s such a naïve, impulsive, upstanding young thing that it was impossible to keep him from entrusting himself unreservedly to George, expecting his loyalty to be repaid in kind. Unfortunately, George never lived up to Tony’s expectations. Of late, George has been very dismissive of Tony. He has wantonly put Tony in a very uncomfortable position where he has lost face in the Parliament—it could even cost poor Tony his job. You wouldn’t treat a dog that way. Of course, Tony is a grown man and partly responsible for his situation, but gracious knows he deserves better.”
Mr. Bush’s closest confidantes offered insights into his feelings for Mr. Blair. Condoleeza Rice observed, “Yesterday, George stopped by my office ostensibly to ask for some advice, but it was clear to me that he just wanted to justify himself to someone he thought would listen. He needed to hear his own voice.” Dick Cheney added, “Yeah, he did that to me, too. All he did was to go on and on about how needy and clingy Tony is, and doesn’t that justify him to get himself off the hook before Tony claws him under?”
The twosome themselves offered some brief remarks.
“I’ve been tearing my hair out,” whinged Mr. Blair, dabbing his red-rimmed eyes with a tear-soaked handkerchief. “I mean, before we got together, back when I was still available, George was so fervent. He seemed so dedicated to me. He kept talking about blue skies ahead and what a great team we’d be … but that’s all gone now. It’s like there’s this weird triangle between us now that Saddam’s come into the picture. Last week, as soon as [George] started seriously pursuing Saddam, it’s like he doesn’t even think of me at all anymore. All he can think of is chasing Saddam around, catching him, and spanking him. I pledged this man my loyalty, and for what? It’s in all the papers how he says he doesn’t feel he can rely on me. Me, who’s given him my everything! I risked everything for him only to be discarded on a whim. I … I feel so … so cheap, so used …”
Mr. Blair’s comments were interrupted by a bout of tearful sobbing.
“Would it take so very much time to send a dozen roses or some nice chocolates, you bum? Heavens, even a simple phone call every now and again would help!” the prime minister spluttered in despair between sobs.
Mr. Bush was invited to reply to these charges. “I don’t take no backtalk from nobody—‘specially not that Blair-bitch ho,’” Mr. Bush grunted as he strode past on his way to the war room. “Now, where at’s my cowboy hat?”