From THE DAILY BEAST:
Undoubtedly the most startling moment in Matt Lauer’s conversation with George W. Bush came in the first five minutes of the interview, when Bush recounted his mother’s miscarriage—and how she had showed him the fetus in a jar.
“She says to her teenage kid, ‘Here’s a fetus,'” Bush recounted to Lauer, referring to himself in the third person. “There’s no question that it affected me,” Bush added.
The episode helped him bond with his mother, Bush insisted on NBC’s Today show Monday. In his memoir, Decision Points, which Lauer read from, Bush wrote: “I never expected to see the remains of the fetus, which she had saved in a jar to bring to the hospital.”
Bush’s recounting of the incident was brief, and Lauer did not press for logistics, leaving some questions unanswered, including who put the fetus in a jar? Where is it now? And why did Barbara decide to preserve her unborn child in a jar—and then show her son?
Bush reportedly got permission from his mother before writing about the horrifying event in his autobiography, which comes out today. “The purpose of this story was really to show how my mom and I developed a relationship,” he told Lauer.
HYSTERICAL RAISINS 
forgive me for recycling an old poster, but i thought it fit the story.
Glad you did recycle. It was new to me. 😀
someone posted something at the big orange last night that jogged my memory, and i found the old poster. it’s actually one of my faves, so i’m happy to recycle it.
Where’d you find that expression on Barbara’s face! I’m too jealous! You were very kind to give her a feminine shape, too. Usually she kind of looks like a head on a refrigerator.
Love the poster. We’re in sync again! 😀
i found it on teh google, but i don’t remember where. i do remember that it was really difficult to find a pic of her that would be suitable for this particular poster. i think it’s the stripes that are slimming. plus, the apron hides where it says frigidaire on her hip.
😆 Hee, hee, hee. 😆
we’re all having a little bit too much fun with this story. 😮
there’s only one answer for that–have a cookie!
Okay. I need an emoticon with its little mouth hanging open. 😯
we need one that chews. then it could eat fetal bites. 🙂
😯 Arggggggghhhhhhhh. 😯
you’ve been saying that a lot today.
When Barbara tells her version of the story, you’re going to have to roll this poster out again with fetal bites instead of whatever that is on the plate. 😀
and a mysterious jar in the fridge. 😀
I think that photo of Barbara was taken when she realized that Katrina refugees were relocating to Houston…..
i think you’re right, sara. there goes the neighborhood. 😯
Why, why, why did he think it was a good idea to share that messed up story with us?
I can’t believe the United States has been ruled 12 years by these hillbillies.
the only thing more baffling is why she’d put a miscarried fetus in a jar and why she’d show it to her teenaged son.
Nonnie,
I’m convinced it was a blender jar and Chimpy’s Unka Dick was coming over for a smoothy.
Regards,
TG
OMG!!! 😯
(I’m seeing it as the South Park cartoon where Christopher Reeves ate stem cells to get super powers!)
😆
holy shit! 😯 i think that counts as the most disturbing comment ever left by a raisinette to date. i’m so proud! 😥
OK, WC and TG are killing me here with these comments; “head on a refrigerator” and ” a smoothy for Uncle Dick.”
God I hope my mother doesn’t put my remains in a jar to bond with my siblings after I die laughing here. Oh wait, she won’t! My mom is a sane and rational human being, not some psychopath lunatic. Good God, what’s more wrong? That she did this or that all of these years later they think this is a warm affectionate bonding story? I knew they were a bunch of dysfunctional, uncaring jerkoffs but I had no idea how bad it really was.
they’re killing me, too, jeb! oh wait, do we call you borat now? 😉
i’m starting to wonder about all those martha stewart types who do all that preserving. that stepford smile might be hiding something sinister. what’s really in those jars? 👿
What is in the jars is their sanity.
i think they have a few jars of valium, but i don’t even want to think who…i mean, what might be in those other jars. 😉
I don’t know what you call me anymore, just don’t call me anything Bush!
I got tired of the avatar of the dinosaur (0r whatever that thing was) in heels so I finally signed up for an account and changed it but I had to give up my jeb handle. I’ve sacrificed my identity for appearances. Kind of like some of the women teabagger candidates. But, at least I don’t keep fetuses in jars to bond with my kids. I do have standards!
please tell me how to change my avatar……
sara,
find a little pic that you like, and then go here.
eddie, i would nevah evah call you bush or chimpy or anything else associated with him.
Keep recycling Nonnie until you feel better. This stuff is gold.
i have tons of stuff from american street, but most of them are about the 2008 election. some of them are fun, though, so we can get all nostalgic for a short while.
Whoa. I am really sorry I didn’t get up earlier today. Can’t believe I missed that little gem.
hello teri,
welcome to the raisin! 😀
are you really sorry you didn’t get up earlier, or did you mean to say you’re sorry you didn’t stay in bed?
I am so, so…so tempted to come out of exile with an ‘interpretation’ of this special moment in the Bush dynasty.
But I won’t. Because I value the online friends that I have left.
;>)
do it, darkblack! do it!! do it!! i’ll still be your friend! 😀
Now that would be a fun photo caption contest.. Babbs w the fetus-in-a-jar, and what it is she is saying to Georgie.
“georgie, this might just be a miscarried fetus, but it’s still smarter than you.”
thanks, hot coffee all over my computer!
this could be a 30-minute sitcom.
or “No matter what you do, I’ll always love him more.”
😆 bwahahahahhhhhh
That’s just freaky–and will add to the CT rumors about her being Aleister Crowley’s illegitimate daughter.
i think aleister crowley would be appalled at having her for a daughter. hell, vlad the impaler would be appalled.
Ah, yes … bonding with Mother.
Who can forget the first time our mothers showed us a dead fetus, or clapped our hand in irons?
Those great moments when our mothers first demonstrated why we shouldn’t touch the iron or the stovetop by pressing our hands against full-power burners … ah, those were the days!
“Look both ways before you cross the street, or this might happen!” she’d yell, just before my older brother careens around the corner, pedal to the metal, to teach me a lesson about crossing the street safely. Maybe if I’d listened better I’d have spent fewer days in traction …
Ah, yes … bonding with Mommy Dearest. Good times, good times …
i love it when you get all snarky, wken. i know you don’t like the little emoticons, so i won’t put a string of laughing ones here, even though i want to.
I love you, too!
awwwwwwwwwwwwwww!! big hug!
by the way, wken, how’s the baby? he must be getting big.
Oh, yes, he’s getting big. Running all over the house, now. He’s keeping his big sister busy, and loves wrestling with the even-older brothers.
Thanks for asking.
i’ve been meaning to ask you about him. i always think of him, because his bday is the same as my son’s.
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Makes my family seem normal. We had a jar but it was just for spare coins.
all i know is that i wouldn’t eat anything that comes from a jar in the bush pantry.
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