The Harriet And George Letters

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The Harriet And George Letters

Bush-Miers Texas correspondence reveals mutual admiration society

 

OCTOBER 12--Sure, nobody seems to know anything about Supreme Court

nominee Harriet Miers's judicial philosophy, abortion position, or

conservative bona fides. But here's something not open for debate: the

old gal loves exclamation points and seemed to enjoy writing gushy

notes to then-Governor George W. Bush. Below you'll find copies of

personal correspondence exchanged between Bush and Miers from

1995-2000 (before migrating to Washington, Miers headed the Texas

State Lottery Commission, a post to which Bush appointed her). The

Bush-Miers letters were among more than 2000 pages of documents

released this week by the Texas State Library and Archives Commission.

In a 1997 Hallmark greeting card (adorned with a photo of a dog),

Miers sent along belated birthday wishes and noted that " You are the

best governor ever--deserving of great respect! " In another note

(penned on an American Greetings card), Miers wrote that she hoped

Bush's daughters realized that their parents were " cool. " A 1995 Miers

note thanked Bush for a visit, adding that an airplane ride with the

governor was " Cool! " Sadly, the document dump did not include Miers's

e-mail or IM messages, which are surely filled with loads of sappy

emoticons. (18 pages)

 

Life Imitates Satire

The fawning notes Miers wrote to Bush sound as if they could have come

from the Harriet Miers parody blog that sprung up last week, which

calls itself " The blog of the #1 smartest President ever's #1 pick to

be the next Associate Justice of the Supreme Court! "

 

http://harrietmiers.blogspot.com/

 

 

 

 

( Another Satire)

 

When Harry met George

By John Kenney

JOHN KENNEY is a humorist who has just finished his first novel.

 

October 13, 2005

 

" `You are the best governor ever -- deserving of great respect,'

Harriet Miers wrote to George W. Bush days after his 51st birthday in

July 1997.... Ms. Miers, President Bush's selection for a Supreme

Court seat, emerges as an unabashed fan in more than 2,000 pages of

official correspondence. " The New York Times

 

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December 29, 1997

 

 

 

Hi!

 

So great seeing you and Laura at the Christmas party. Christmas is my

favorite holiday. What's yours? Because if it's something else that

will be my new favorite too! Ha-ha. But seriously, it will. I love

you. As a friend.

 

Harry (but I'm a girl)

 

 

 

*

 

January 30, 1998

 

 

 

Hello again George and Laura,

 

Just a quick note as I make my way to the supermarket (aren't

groceries great?!). And also to say that I'm STILL thinking about how

I saw you both at Christmas and how great that was for me (and you?).

 

Your biggest fan, for George, I mean, less so for Laura!

 

 

 

*

 

July 9, 1999

 

 

 

I was reading a biography of Winston Churchill and was fascinated to

learn that he was born to a father of privilege and power and wealth

and that he wrote " A History of the English-Speaking Peoples " before

he was 30 and traveled the world and was a decorated soldier and a

painter and an architect and an orator, and I immediately thought of

you and also of how fun it would be to have a cookout! Texas and the

world is (are?) lucky to have you at the helm! Wouldn't it be neat to

be on the Supreme Court? Me, I mean. I'm working out more and hope you

find me attractive.

 

Most very fondly,

 

Harriet! (which is how I'm signing my name now)

 

 

 

*

 

October 9, 2000

 

 

 

Hi G. and L.,

 

It's Thursday (again!). I just wanted to say what great fun it was

seeing both of you from outside your home with a high-powered Army

Ranger-issue telescopic sight. You both look marvelous nude! Also, I

heard that an appointment to the Supreme Court includes lifelong

medical and dental. I wonder if parking is included (maybe too much to

ask for!). I like the Internet. It's a fun way to meet new friends.

Without you my life would be meaningless and I would commit suicide.

Good times ahead!

 

Your " Supreme " pal,

 

Harry (NOT Belafonte!)

 

 

 

*

 

March 24, 2002

 

 

 

Just a quick note to say hi and to tell you that today, at the office,

I walked to the supply closet because I needed pens and a pad of paper

and I got them and then I stood there and smelled the smells of papers

and pens and erasers and markers and it smelled clean and like grade

school and I started to cry and I wanted you to know. Also, I love

wearing a robe. How are you?

 

Hello to your lovely wife, Laura, who I wish I was!

 

Harriey (trying a new spelling!! What do you think?!)

 

 

 

*

 

November 30, 2002

 

 

 

Let us give thanks to the Indians and the Pilgrims (SO brave!) and to

the turkey, for giving his life and for gravy. Do you know that you

amaze me? Why are people so negative? Take Columbine. Yes, there was

death. But on the bright side, these boys were EXCELLENT marksmen! I

would KILL for a photo of you in a jumpsuit! Seriously! People say

that I am a good judge in disputes. Isn't that interesting?

 

Hugs in a friend kind of way,

 

H.

 

*

 

 

 

December 29, 2004

 

 

 

Why would it be wrong to carve Jesus into Mt. Rushmore? Sometimes when

I listen to music by the Rolling Stones it makes me feel dirty, but

not in a bad way. Do you know what I mean? I play air drums sometimes.

Do you? I wonder if, say, I was a Supreme Court justice would I

daydream during a lawyer's arguments and then, after he or she

finished, say something like, " That was really interesting. But did

you know that I'm naked under this robe? " I bet he or she would be

surprised and thrown off. I wouldn't do that though. I just thought it

would be funny to write to you and say that. If I knew that tomorrow

were the end of the world I would want to spend it with you and Laura,

but mostly you, who are amazing. Wasn't Tab a great drink?

 

Most fondly,

 

Harrie

 

 

 

 

NEW NOTES FROM HARRIET TO GEORGE

Posted 2005-11-07

 

October 27, 2005

Hi! Just a quick note to say that you looked heavyish last time I saw

you, which, come to think of it, was this morning, in the Oval Office,

when you accepted my withdrawal (which you had secretly demanded) and

ruined my life and dreams and spirit. I hope we can stay friends. And,

again, I am sorry for vomiting on your desk. Best to your wife (Laurel??).

 

Harriet Miers, NOT a Supreme Court nominee

 

 

 

 

 

October 27, later on

It dawns on me that I may not have mentioned that you ruined my life.

Or did I? Also, do you ever wonder where you'd be if it wasn't for

your father, who, when you think about it, was a really amazing

person, who did SOOO much in his life, especially compared with you

who have done so little? I read that you were a cheerleader once.

Girls do that a lot. Eucalyptus is good for absorbing bad smells (like

human vomit). That was a lot of vomit. But then I had a tough few

weeks, in which I was humiliated in the national media, and you and

your staff (some of whom may be indicted soon??) were not one

scintilla of help. Friends forever!

 

 

 

 

 

October 27, quite late

Pinot Noirs are nice. This second bottle tastes better than the first,

actually. Sometimes I pretend I'm the lead singer of the O'Jays

( " People all over the world, join in, start a love train, love

train " ). Do you think I'm pretty? Once, I staged a mock wedding to you

in my home, alone, except for Mr. Pickles, my cat. It was very, very

late, like it is now, and I dressed in a fluffy white robe and walked

slowly down the pretend aisle and said " I do " and closed my eyes and

smooched your skinny, chapped lips because you were, to me, so

perfect. I would like to file imaginary divorce proceedings against

you now and withhold connubial favors. Let's see what THAT does for

that eye tic. Friends?

 

Your ex-wife, Harriet Miers

 

 

 

 

 

October 28, late

What do I mean by emotional break-down? I guess I mean that the edges

of everything seem to be rounded and sound disappears if I look at a

thing too long. What is dignity? The phrase " Pass the brownies,

please " plays over and over in my head. I was happy once, just a few

weeks ago.

 

I have no idea of the time or date or where I am.

 

It's not really a bench, is it? I mean, there are chairs. You said it

was going to be like Roberts. Why lie? Want to know a secret? I don't

believe in God.

 

 

 

 

 

October 28, the clock moves, as if on its own

I just spoke with Michael Moore. What an inquisitive, interesting man.

He said that many of the things I shared with him about being White

House counsel were very, very interesting to him. We made plans to

meet for coffee soon, so that I can show him some papers. Do you know

what phrase has less and less meaning for me with each passing second?

" Attorney-client privilege. "

 

 

 

 

 

October 29

I have a question: Is Lewis Libby married? Because, if he's not, he

will be, in jail. Bye for now, friend!

 

 

 

 

— John Kenney