I often wonder if Laura was partying when she killed her fellow student -<quoted text>The stories about Bush are well known, documented and even admitted.
Give it up goofball.
All sorts of folks snorted a little toot back in the day, hell there was a time during Nixon when pot would get a person jail time and a little nose candy would get a person invited to a party at the local judges place.
You're lost on the subject dummy__let it go.
Hamilton Jordan? Remember him?
Washington DC was paved with that shit from Nixon's second term until___....___until. Hah, dang "until" lasts a long time eh?
On a November night in 1963, Mrs. Bush and a girlfriend were hurrying to a drive-in theater when Mrs. Bush, at the wheel of her father’s Chevy Impala, ran a stop sign on a small road and smashed into a car being driven by Mike Douglas, a star athlete and popular student at her school.
“In those awful seconds, the car door must have been flung open by the impact and my body rose in the air until gravity took over and I was pulled, hard and fast, back to earth,” she says.“The whole time,” she adds later,“I was praying that the person in the other car was alive. In my mind, I was calling ‘Please, God. Please, God. Please, God,’ over and over and over again.”
Mrs. Bush concedes that she and her friend were chatting when she ran the stop sign. But she also suggests a host of factors beyond her control played a role — the pitch-black road, an unusually dangerous intersection, the small size of the stop sign, and the car the victim was driving.
Typical of the entitled elite blame everything but themselves.