I found it interesting that the orders to put Chris in jail came from the State Attorney, ie. Jeb Bush's chief Law Enforcement Officer. Think there is any relation there to GW's popularity problems.........No way
I bet the whole problem for Chris started in the State Attorney's office and Polk County is just the local enforcers. Time will tell. I can imagine something like this going on:
I can hear GW on the phone now calling his brother.
ring, ring:
Jeb: Hello, Gov'ner Mansion. Jeb speakin'.
GW: Hello, Jeb.
Jeb: Hi, George, Hoz'it in the White House? Is Dick still makin' us a ton of money skimmin' contracts in Iraq. I hope he remembers to put plenty in my account so I can run for President in 2008. We gotta keep a good thing goin'!
GW: That's why I'm callin', Jeb. Thing are gettin' a little hot, and I'm not sure we can steal enough votes to get you elected if my popularity keeps going down. It's gettin' really bad, and I'm workin' really hard. This war isn't goin' the way Dick and Rummy said it would.
Jeb: I'm doin' all that I can, George. I got Republican poll watchers in all lined up for the Black and Jewish neighborhoods. I also got a shitload of new Diabold votin' machines on order and we know how good they are.
GW: Yeah, yeah, that is good, Jeb. But, I need a favor. There is this guy down in Polk County that has pictures of dead Iraqiis on his website, and he is just gettin' too popular. People are seein' all those dead people and gettin' upset. They are talkin' about it and it is hurtin' my numbers and your future presidential election possiblilites. He's got nekkid people on the website, too! I think I'm gonna cry....(sniffle).
Jeb: Dont cry, George. I know! I'll have my State Attorney General give a call over there and see what we can do. If I remember, that Sheriff don't like nekkid people and we got a mean ass judge. He can't see so good, but, he sees well enough to know 'nekkid' when he see 'nekkid'. I'll get on it like a duck on a junebug, George.
GW: Thank you, Jeb. Mom likes it when we work together. I'll see you at Christmas at the ranch and we can chop some wood. Bye
Jeb: Bye, George.