But let me re-write that as another, equally inept, newspaper reporter might:
"How's your boy?" Bush said with a haughty sneer.
"I'd like to get them out of Iraq, Mr. President," Webb said in a pleading subservient voice.
"That's not what I asked you, how's your boy?" Bush snarled back, visibly annoyed with the junior congressman's insolent reply.
"That's between me and my boy, Mr. President," Webb replied in a low humbled voice; bowing his head and taking a half step backwards so as to more easily kiss the Presidents ring.
Hmm. Come to think if it this reminds me of the character Malvolio in Twelfth Night….
“Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet gown; having come from a daybed, where I have left Olvia sleeping –
And then to have the humor of state; and after a demure travel of regard, telling them I know my place, as I would they shoud do theirs, to ask for my kindsman Toby –
Seven of my people, with an obedient start, make out for him. I frown the while, and perchance wind up my watch, or play with my – some rich jewel. Toby approaches; curtsies there to me –
I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my familiar smile with an austere regard of control“
But I digress and clearly Webb hasn’t brushed up on his Shakespeare; or is that Bush who’s fallen behind?
Anyway, read this way Bush comes off as the Jerk. Is my writing of the events any more or less accurate than other accounts also written by others who hadn't been in attendance? Arguably no; probably yes; though I'm confident the people of the fine state of Virginia would not particularly care for my version of Webb. Rather they have a history of defiance against a strong central government and are perfectly happy with the version they've got.
"Way to fall for it, people! I thought Virginians were smarter than that."
Ahh, but they are! Sour grapes anyone?