A pal sends an email about the whole Bush/Blair/caught-on-open-mike to-do. Said friend smells a set-up. If this were an episode of the West Wing, he says,
you’d have a debriefing session on how it went: The real prez connected with the real guys. ‘Let’s stop this s….’[sic] And look at how the press fell for it.
I dunno. I don’t think this is another Bill-and-Hillary-dancing-on-the-beach-and-“caught“-on-film thing, if for no other reason than talking through a mouthful of food sounds way more bovine than President-ine.