W. as Wooster.
This is a funny piece in New Yorker with Bush as Wooster and James Baker (who leads the Iraq study group) as Jeeves. It does not have a whole lot of content but its portrayal of Bush as utterly at a loss is hilarious. The imitation of Wodehouse is also quite nice. For instance, quoting from famous poets.
“Yes, sir. So Dr. Kissinger keeps insisting. And yet, as the Bard would suggest, ripeness is all.”
“What are you talking about?”
“ ‘King Lear,’ sir. A play by the late Mr. Shakespeare.”
I wonder if this is partly influenced by the very British "I say, why all the glum faces."
Hat Tip: Baskar.