In This Installment (06.15.2004):
MRS. BETTY BOWERS: SPIRITUAL ADVISOR TO THE FIRST FAMILY
Mrs. Betty Bowers, America's Best Christian, selflessly serves as a our nation's impossible-to-effectively-emulate role
model in matters of faith, fashion and frosty retorts. Serving as Personal Spiritual Advisor to the First Family,
Mrs. Bowers works closely with both President and Mrs. Bush to ensure that all aspects of their private, public, and
legislative lives are in strict adherence to the latest evangelical fads and catchphrases favored by American Christians.
In doing so, she ensures that the millions of dollars the Bushes spend on their tenuous salvation (by way of shrew reallocation of Iraqi rehabilitation funds) doesn't
find its way into the pockets of outsourced spiritual advisors in India. In addition,
as the founder of Bringing Integrity To Christian Homemakers
("A Concerned Women for American – only with this season's clothes and professionally colored hair," raved the Washington Times)
Mrs. Bowers is so close to Jesus, he validates her parking. Mrs. Bowers had kindly agreed
to endure digital contact with the unsaved long enough to take your questions here on "Ask the White House."
Charlie Cole, from San Francisco CA writes:
I've always been puzzled by you Republicans who say you follow Jesus. How do you interpret Jesus' command for the rich man to
give up all his wealth and follow Him?
As with all instances when Jesus appears to veer recklessly from the Republican Party platform or asks the onerous or inconvenient,
we must call up the Holy Spirit to flutter on our shoulder and interpret scripture nimbly enough to invert its apparent meaning.
For example, when Jesus asked all those who followed Him to give away all their possessions, He was speaking to His disciples,
who were all notoriously poor. None had a summer home on the Dead Sea. Therefore, in asking them to give away all they had,
He was simply asking them to give nothing to the poor, since that is precisely what they had to give. As a Republican, I
try to follow this glorious tradition. Besides, Jesus told us that the poor will always be with us and I would never do anything
that would risk making my Lord and Savior out to be a liar, dear.
Chris, from Wilmington, NC writes:
Mrs. Bowers, you have always been a paragon of class with your lovely wardrobe and impeccable taste in Saviors. Therefore
would you please consider passing on some fashion tips to the First Lady? I hate to speak badly of her, as she is a True
Christian, but she is sorely in need of your assistance when it comes to her attire.
Upon first seeing Laura descend the staircase at the Texas Governor's mansion wearing colors that didn't belong in the same
time zone together (although, given her often ample posterior, this is often not technically a problem), I offered her my
first fashion tip: "Do buy a full-length mirror, dear." In subsequent years, watching her personify Republican Glamour
by appearing at diplomatic functions wearing elastic waistband velour pantsuits clearly chosen with Pollyannaish optimism with regard to size, I
became almost discernibly tetchy in her company, thinking she had ignored my millinery mentoring. It was only years later
that I realized that the salutary effects of my seemingly sage advice were significantly undermined by the effect that
combining tequila with Xanax has on the human eye's ability to focus.
Piet de Best, from Amsterdam, The Netherlands writes:
I know that anal sex can be a way for good Christian girls to have their
fun and still retain their virginity (at least technically). But what
advice do you have for a young gay boy who wants to keep his virginity
but still doesn't want to lose his boyfriend because he won't "go all
Thank-you in advance for a Christian answer!
Anyone who engages in anal sex is going all the way. All the way to Hell.
Roger, from Anchorage, AK writes:
How, as a self-professed Christian Woman can you justify keeping your
name and not taking on the name of your lord and master husband (i.e.
Mrs. Dick Bowers). Shouldn't a God-fearing Christian woman forsake
everything on behalf of the person that rules over her life?
I am acutely aware of that both the Apostle Paul and the Southern Baptist Convention (in ascending order of
authority) have decreed that a wife must submit to her husband, although I recall nothing about requiring
ladies to claim an appellation that is a vulgar colloquialism for the penis. As it is my dear husband's
unspoken wish that I do precisely as I please, I am in unwavering Baptist obedience to him in my every
action and utterance – even when he says things that the less discerning might construe as annoyance or disapproval.
PC Higgins, from Moulton TX writes:
Betty, after contemplating the final agonies of the Gipper, I was
pleased to hear Mrs. Bush renew the President's vow to oppose stem cell
research. Can we count on you to help keep the Bush family firm in
their fight against those who would harm the unborn?
Honestly, I don't believe my efforts will be required. As Laura told me over prayer and Prozac the other morning, "If Bushie thought that those embryo parts got you drunk or
high, there probably wouldn't be any left by now. But that gorgon Nancy Reagan is barking up the wrong tree on this
little cause of hers. I mean to say, Alzheimer's is the last thing Bushie is going to get excited about. It's not like
he has to worry about anyone noticing if he got it."
Tim Rager, from Charleston, SC writes:
Dear Mrs. Bowers – speaking as a devout fundamentalist Christian, I am
just so happy to finally have a Jesus-fearing ruler occupying the Oval
Office. I guess my only question is, what kind of spiritual advising
could such a Godly and infallible man ever need from the likes of a
lowly woman like you?
Dear Mr. Rager:
On my many lovely visits to Charleston, I've always been impressed with the gentility and charm of its
historic homes and courteous residents. As a Southern Baptist, there is something rather exhilarating
in walking along verdant, cobblestone streets seemingly untouched since the halcyon antebellum years when
Negroes took your orders, not your handbag. It is because I cherish such delightful memories that I have
willed myself not to allow your coarse letter to dilute my otherwise favorable impression of Charleston's
As for your question, the Bible teaches us that the gentler gender is wicked, imprudent in picking fresh produce,
the cause of all of mankind's problems and only endurable when she has something other than words in her mouth.
Having recently met Naomi Judd at a cocktail party, I am now somewhat less inclined to second-guess the Lord's
seemingly misogynistic rantings. As such, I would never presume to tell a man in any overt fashion what to do
without resort to plausible deniability.
Fortunately, upon the consultation of counsel, it so happens that Jesus is not technically a penised-person, but
a god. (It turns out that our Lord was not speculating when He said, "For there are some eunuchs, which were
so born from their mother's womb: and there are some eunuchs, which were made eunuchs of men: and there be eunuchs,
which have made themselves eunuchs for the kingdom of heaven's sake. He that is able to receive it, let him
receive it." Matthew 19:12) As such, I am considerably less fettered in my otherwise convivial conversations
with Him when someone who was frosty to me at a cocktail party is in desperate need of a rather languorous smiting.
If the a hoary collection of Tijuana hookers and the frolicsome men of Skull and Bones are to be believed, our
President does have a penis, so less direct means of influence must be employed. Therefore, if I wish to impel
Mr. Bush, I have two rather effective options. The first is putting a bug in Jesus' ear. Knowing that the Lord
is a giddy gossip, if I tell Him something "in confidence," I am sanguine in the knowledge that no sooner have I
unclasped my lovely hands from prayer to admire my diamonds, Jesus will have told Mr. Bush and half of Brazil what
I said. Once I cottoned onto this all-but instantaneous channel of communication to the White House, I
started testing its effectiveness with admirable results. After I peppered prayers with inventive information, I
would immediately turn on Fox News to watch President Bush react. In time, I became rather bold, as it was not as
if I had to worry about the CIA disabusing Mr. Bush of any misapprehensions I might have encouraged!
Truly, it was as if each of my sonorously delivered prayers was a shiny kernel of corn, which the Lord Jesus would
immediately drop into a rat maze and I could sit back and watch with a sense of power and amusement as the most
powerful rat in the world changed course in response to each carefully edited prayer.
For example, when I wish Mr. Bush to keep quiet for a while and go on one of his many seemingly interminable vacations
to his Hollywood set in Crawford, I simply tell Jesus that Al Queda is planning to dirty bomb the entire New York
Times. Of course, mishaps arise because Jesus' attention to detail is not what it could be (as anyone who reads all
four Gospels in one sitting soon realizes). I am thinking, of course, of the time I told Jesus in the strictest of
confidence, that it was a slam-dunk that Saddam Hussein has ADD. Apparently, Jesus' unfamiliarity with English
acronyms mixed with Mr. Bush's dyslexia produced a completely garbled three-letter pronouncement. The next thing
we knew, we were at war. Goodness me, talk about the power of prayer!
But when I really want to influence the President I bypass Jesus altogether and go straight to Laura. She has her own
particular persuasions, which were emulated with far less success and secrecy at Abu Ghraib. I, of course, am not at
liberty to reveal her methods, but it is not by chance that every time our handsome President falls off of a bicycle
or a settee he shows up with bruise marks that sport an inverted bas relief of Laura's mall-quality cocktail ring.
Darren, from Freehold IA writes:
Dear Mrs. Bowers – With the onrushing apocalypse just over the horizon,
how can we True Christians reconcile our steadfast aversion to birth
control for unsaved trash with the knowledge that it will merely result
in untold millions suffering eternal torture in Satan's molten lava
First off all, allow me to clear up a misunderstanding. It is only Mary Worshipers (Roman Catholics) who are
opposed to slipping plastic on anything other than their furniture. Baptists, as usual, are one step ahead of
those Papal-ring-kissing pedophile pagans. Our aversion to the whole idea of any sexual touching (outside of
Pastor in his Motel Harlot Outreach Program) renders prophylactic accoutrements somewhat beside the point.
While I publicly abhor abortion, I privately relish the notion that it's mainly liberals who avail themselves
to it. I like to think of it as electoral Darwinism. So, have at it, you sex-crazed Democrat Jezebels!
Suzanna, from Tuscaloosa Mississipp writes:
Betty - I know that you, like all America-loving patriots, are beside
yourself with grief over the recent passing of our beloved President
Ronald Reagan. That said, I'm wondering if you any thoughts or advice
on how we Reaganites should feel about Ron Jr.'s not-so-subtle tirade
as his father was laid to rest against all the progress that President Bush has made in erasing the communist
wall between church and state?
After the earlier, impertinent comment made by Ron, Jr. during the previous Republican convention ("What is [Bush's] qualification?
Other than that he is no longer an obnoxious drunk?"), my only surprise is that Ron Jr. was brave enough to stand so close to an open grave.
Darlene, from Mitchell Creek AL writes:
As the President's Spiritual Advisor, can you tell us what exciting faith-based initiatives America can expect to see rolled out
in President Bush's second term?
Not so fast, dear. The first faith-based initiative will be to ensure that there actually is a second term. This time around,
in addition to rising dead Republican voters from the grave, conjuring absentee ballots and exorcising demons from voter
registration books, Mr. Bush will call upon the miracle of paperless electronic voting. And, in the words of every televangelist
in a Sears suit, "I feel a victory coming on! Glory!"
Mrs. Patsy Ramsey, formerly of Boulder CO writes:
Several us at a recent $5,000/plate Bush/Cheney potluck supper had a very heated argument over abortion. We hoped that you could
settle it for us. Betty, what should a Christian lady wear to an abortion clinic bombing?
The longest, sharpest stiletto heel Manolo Blahnik makes. Just as long as it works with your outfit, the FBI can never prove it
was purchased as a weapon.
Mrs. Bowers: And on that uplifing note, I'm afriad that's all the time I'm willing to devote to this. Thank you all
for listening, and good day.
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