Onde é que vocês estavam no onze de Setembro?
Pois é, agora os americanos já têm o correspondente ao nosso "onde é que você estava no 25 de Abril?", que é (como não podia deixar de ser) o "onde é que você estava no onze de Setembro?"
E eu não resisto a partilhar convosco uma história engraçadissíma vivida, em pleno nine-eleven, por um casal famoso - George e Laura Bush. Eles são mesmo um prato! De ir às lágrimas!
Realmente há pessoas fantásticas, capazes de manter a boa disposição quando toda uma nação está deprimida, assustada, em profunda angústia e sofrimento. E ainda bem que são essas as pessoas que conduzem os destinos da nação!
Quem nos conta esta história - hilariante, atrevo-me a dizer mais uma vez - é Michael Moore. Transcrevo o bocadinho que me fez rebolar no chão a rir.
"1. GEORGE AND LAURA ON 9/11 -- A BARREL OF LAUGHS!
The following is an interview with the First Couple from the current issue of one of my favorite magazines, Ladies Home Journal (Oct. '03). They are asked about what September 11, 2001, was like for them personally, and, although over 3,000 people had just perished, George W. was able to find some humor by the end of that day:
Peggy Noonan (the interviewer): You were separated on September 11th. What was it like when you saw each other again?
Laura Bush: Well, we just hugged. I think there was a certain amount of security in being with each other than being apart.
George W. Bush: But the day ended on a relatively humorous note. The agents said, "you'll be sleeping downstairs. Washington's still a dangerous place." And I said no, I can't sleep down there, the bed didn't look comfortable. I was really tired, Laura was tired, we like our own bed. We like our own routine. You know, kind of a nester. I knew I had to deal with the issue the next day and provide strength and comfort to the country, and so I needed rest in order to be mentally prepared. So I told the agent we're going upstairs, and he reluctantly said okay. Laura wears contacts, and she was sound asleep. Barney was there. And the agent comes running up and says, "We're under attack. We need you downstairs," and so there we go. I'm in my running shorts and my T-shirt, and I'm barefooted. Got the dog in one hand, Laura had a cat, I'm holding Laura --
Laura Bush: I don't have my contacts in , and I'm in my fuzzy house slippers --
George W. Bush: And this guy's out of breath, and we're heading straight down to the basement because there's an incoming unidentified airplane, which is coming toward the White House. Then the guy says it's a friendly airplane. And we hustle all the way back up stairs and go to bed.
Mrs. Bush: [LAUGHS] And we just lay there thinking about the way we must have looked.
Peggy Noonan (interviewer): So the day starts in tragedy and ends in Marx Brothers.
George W. Bush: THAT'S RIGHT-- WE GOT A LAUGH OUT OF IT!
(end)"
Um prato, este presidente... um prato, só vos digo!
quarta-feira, setembro 17, 2003
