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As you’ve no doubt heard (the Pep Squad is all abuzz!), Jenna Bush is engaged to be married to Henry Hager, recipient of the coveted Silver Spoon Award from the National Nepotism Society. Amazingly (as Tbogg reminds us), s.z. predicted the blessed event in this post from November 8, 2005:

 

A time to check in with some of our old friends, and see if they’re still alive, or what.

Today’s guest: Henry Hager. When we last cared about him (January 2005), he was escorting Jenna Bush to inaugural balls (and around town), while she balanced him with her other interests.

Henry, the son of tobacco heir John Hager (the former lieutenant governor of Virginia, and a current Bush appointee to the Department of Education), was a WH intern who worked for Karl Rove (uh oh!) about three years ago. After that, he joined the Bush-Cheney reelection campaign. He was described as “smart” and “ambitious,” but as of early this year, nobody was sure what he was doing. (Sources told the Wash Post that he worked “in administration circles” in some unidentified capacity, while the NY Daily News sources reported that he wasn’t “really doing anything” except for maybe studying for the GMAT so he could follow his future father-in-law’s example and attend Harvard Business school.)

In February, Laura Bush declared on national TV that Henry wasn’t “a serious boyfriend.” (Which has to hurt if you’re an ambitious young man who has, since August 2004, been dating the President’s daughter at the instruction of your mentor Karl Rove.)

Since then, we spared him nary a thought.

However, Henry made the news again this month when he appeared on the official guest list for the White House dinner held in honor of Prince Charles and Not-Princess Camilla. (As the UK’s Daily Mail put it, “Strapping young Jenna Bush attended with her boyfriend,” and “Vice-President Cheney’s rather bow-legged daughter turned up with her girlfriend.”)

So, we did some Googling to find out what Henry’s been up to. And it turns out that when he isn’t visiting trendy watering holes with Jenna, he’s a “Policy Analyst” at the Department of Commerce. I don’t know exactly which policies he analyzes, but he does stand-in for his boss, Carlos Gutierrez (the Secretary of the Commerce) at meetings of the President’s Committee for People with Intellectual Disabilities. [Insert jokes here]

And in a strange coincidence, Henry’s dad John Hagar is also a member of this committee –but as we know, nepotism is so hated by the White House that it discloses CIA sources and methods to fight it, so we are sure that his father’s position and connections have nothing to do with Henry’s prestigious job or assignment.

If you have an intellectual disabiliity, you could email Henry with your concerns, However, I don’t think it would be appropriate for Leon Kass to contact Henry to say that he is concerned that Jenna is spending her most fertile years unprotected (except by the Secret Service), lonely, and out of sync with her inborn nature — and it’s not Leon’s job to order Henry to make an honest woman of Miss Jenna. But it is true that with all that tobacco and war-profiteering money to draw on, the young couple wouldn’t have to rely on Jenna’s salary as a part-time charter school teacher, so she could stay home and have babies as soon as they tied the knot.

Anyway, it is possible that the happiness evidenced by newlyweds Charles and Camilla inspired Henry and Jenna to start thinking about marriage, and an announcement about wedding plans could be made as soon as the President’s approval ratings slip another 5% . If not, I hope that fellow gala guest (and Jenna’s uncle) “Neil Bush, Chairman, Ignite! Learning” got the youngsters thinking about safe sex.

9 Responses to “In Lieu Of The Traditional Bouquet, The Bride Will Carry Gin Blossoms”

By “safe sex”, I hope you’re talking about seperate bedrooms, and a product that requires batteries.

Love the way she’s getting dipped on the dance floor (I hope that’s dancing & not just a PDA) but she has perfect contol of her drinkie-poo. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it? (Oh. “Balanced him w/ her other interests.” Too subtle for me the first time around.)
(And hooray for the Daily Mail! “Strapping” Jenna & “bow-legged” Mary. Hee-hee.)

Jenna’s drink control is really quite admirable though common enough. Back in the day (not that if differs from now) when consumption was unrestrained (not that if differs from now) we used to have after shift parties at the local state park. One of my road partners/co-workers/supervisors, fell off the picnic table, broke his arm (that was carrying his drink) but didn’t spill it. What a guy (audience participation please all you hard core Rocky fans) None of us had heard of Jenna Bush at that point, nor cared about her or do now. Nothing special there. Hope they don’t breed.

Gee, looking at the comments section on that old post, ot reminded me of the many commentators who are no longer with us (seemingly-and, no, I don’t mean “dead”): glenstonecottage, R. Mildred, melior, etc. At least, I don’t recall seeing them around these parts lately. It’s kinda sad. But, that’s the nature of teh introtubez, I guess, always in flux. [ sigh ]

Though I’ve already started planning, we’ll all have to plot Future Snark for this sacred, sacred occasion, which is certainly not one of those unthinkable homo nups we keep hearing about. Following the sentimentally tequila-soaked rehearsal dinner at Chuy’s in Austin, envision the blushing (well, she’d better be blushing, with her track record), virginal (heh) bride appearing in a cloud of booze fumes and tulle veiling crowned with orange blossoms (a desperate bid for the dwindling California and Florida GOP votes for 2008), and the future Mrs. Tobacco Heir’s “strapping” (G-d bless the Brits!) kimono arms fully exposed by one of those strapless wedding dresses that have been de rigueur for all big-ticket brides in the past decade.

Now, which bridal confectioner will take credit for the gown? Who will indignantly refuse to take the job? What monstrosities will drape Bar, Pickles, and sulking maid of honor Not-Jenna? What tune will be selected for the First Dance? (My nominee: “Let’s Pretend We’re Married and Go All Night,” by Prince.) How far into the reception will the blotto Father-of-the-Bride fall face-first into the wedding cake (topped not with a miniature bride and groom, but with a toppling stack of hundred-dollar bills hand-crafted from marzipan)?

As a wedding veteran, I know the possibilities for things to go wrong are endless. The Schadenfreude-O-Meter for the Bush-Hager nups are likely to soar off the charts… Suggestions, dear ones?

Aw, cmon! I’m sure the marriage will work out! I mean, just LOOK at her, all bent over backwards like that, yet the beer in the glass is PERFECTLY LEVEL!

She’ll be fine! That skill is easily translatable to the housewife status she so desperately wishes to attain.

Hm…I wonder if she’s getting married instead of having another “appendectomy”?

Bush-Hager nups

i pine for the day of “homo nups”

Mrs. TB, after your comment about Dad falling into the wedding cake topped with marzipan money, I don’t think the rest of us have the strength to compete. I can see Martha Stewart crafting those tiny bills now, painting ol’ Ben’s face on each one with a toothpick.

Just goes to show you that water always finds its own level.

Even when the water is raw sewage.

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