The doctors and nurses stroll out and line up in front of a microphone with Walter Reed Hospital as a backdrop. The doctors and nurses are all in white lab coats over green or blue scrubs. The hospital, Georgian Colonial Revival looming confidently, heavily, dignified, important. It is all staged, choreographed, the scene is blocked.
The audience has tuned in.
We’ve been waiting. These things never start on time.
Platitudes and vague banality.
And then the questions and the answers. And one line of questioning gets evaded, gets the rough doublespeak, so obvious, so poorly disguised.
You cannot plan for everything. All the world’s a stage. The best seats in the house are standing in the wings.
Anyone in sales knows the correct question was, “When was the president given oxygen?” Not a question that can be answered ‘yes’ or ‘no’. Open ended questions get real answers. Any reporter knows that.