I found out recently from a cousin of mine who used to be a professional genealogist that I’m distantly related to George H.W. Bush and, by some huge cosmic joke, to his son, Dubya.
I told my cousin how ironic it all was, given my political persuasion, and said I would much rather be related to President Obama instead.
Upon hearing that, she laughed and said that could be a real possibility too, since Obama’s mother was born in the same county in Kansas as my father.
There’s always hope…
If you could trace the dual lineage? You could spend a week doing the morning news programs… and perhaps write a book… then host your own podcast… star in your own reality television show… i say, go for it!
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Can’t wait to hear your report of the family reunion at the ranch!!
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I’d really rather go to Hawaii with the Obamas!
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You look about as much like Obama as you do like Bush – claim the Obama link and sleep easy tonight!
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And I LOVE that ATC!
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So THAT’S Dubya’s problem, YOU got all the brains in the family!
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Maybe…just maybe, George will remember you in his will.
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I found you via Mature Landscaping. Love Your Blog!!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA..Jaysus..you poor sot..da Bush family eh?
I am related..thankfully only by marriage to Richard M. Nixon.
I read The Big O’s SOTU earlier in the day and decided he was gonna toss us under the bus and wouldn’t watch the carnage live. sigh…
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Thanks, Dusty! The way I look at it, I’m so distantly related to Dubya that I have as much or more in common genetically with the greeter at WalMart than I do with him. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it…
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