Senator Jim Webb (war veteran, pugilist, wearer of his son’s boots and winner of the tight race in Virginia) had done his best to avoid President George W. Bush (national guard veteran, cheerleader, wearer of the Emperor’s clothes and winner of a tight race in Florida) at a White House reception but rather foolishly Dubya sought out the famously combative senator, whose son is currently serving in Iraq and the following dialogue ensued:
Bush: How’s your boy?
Webb: I’d like to get them out of Iraq, Mr. President.
Bush: That’s not what I asked you. How’s your boy?
Webb: That’s between me and my boy, Mr. President.