W. may not have a statue to himself yet, but he does have what sounds like an appalling act of celluloid sycophancy.

Trapped on the other side of the country aboard Air Force One, the President has lost his cool: "If some tinhorn terrorist wants me, tell him to come and get me! I'll be at home! Waiting for the bastard!" [...]
The histrionics, filmed for a two-hour television movie to be broadcast this September, are as close as you can get to an official White House account of its activities at the outset of the war on terrorism.
Written and produced by a White House insider with the close co-operation of Mr. Bush and his top officials, the movie The Big Dance represents an unusually close merger of Washington's ambitions with the Hollywood entertainment machinery.
A copy of the script obtained by The Globe and Mail reveals a prime-time drama starring a nearly infallible, heroic president with little or no dissension in his ranks and a penchant for delivering articulate, stirring, off-the-cuff addresses to colleagues.

Once upon a time would we not have mocked leaders of other countries, you know, people like Stalin or Saddam, if they indulged in this sort of self-serving self-glorifying bilge? Maybe instead of worrying about separating church and state, we should be worried about separating state and entertainment industry...