Iraq, it turns out, is the one branch of American government that the Republicans don't control.
W. had a barbecue for the press on Thursday night. (If only the press had grilled him instead.) He mingled over catfish and potato salad with the reporters, who had to ride past Cindy Sheehan's antiwarencampment to get to the poolside party.
Dan Froomkin wrote on the Washington Post Web site that many of the reporters "fawned over Bush, following him around in packs every time he moved." W. chatted about sports and the twins, still oblivious to the culturalshift that is turning 2005 into 1968.