Bush has given up. Sees no way out. Isn't seeking a way out.
He's hiding in the bunker with his dominant women, waiting for the end. He knows he has nothing within that can deal with the issues cropping up on every side.
As the Washington Times and Drudge report, he is spending time in the Oval Office, but won't see anyone but his mom, Condi, Karen Hughes, and Laura.
You're not surprised, right? You saw it coming . . .
The dominatrix scenario is described as a timid, failing male persistently surrounding himself with one or many strong and domineering professional women as a permanent coping mechanism for his deeply felt impotence and lack of ability among his peers.
It is above all a risk-averse, safe scenario for the male. The rewards are the garden variety sadistic masochistic twins: one, to be variously teased, directed, corrected, and punished by a mother figure within a safe and structured emotional space, and two, to pursue highly predictable opportunities to earn the most lavish praise and approval from the dominatrix.
For the male, the alternating rewards of pain and pleasure, criticism and approval, take the place of a nourishing inner life.
These are not sexual relationships at heart; they are emotional and fear based, allowing the faux dominant male to experience and act out his intense fear of failure and humiliation in small, measured doses.
Constant teasing and sexual flirting, ritual gestures, flowery praise, celebration of little moments and personality quirks, as well as stern chiding, correction and passive aggressive emotional manipulation are the working tools of such relationships, which remain at all times highly predictable, safe and routine for the male.
The games played are always within the male's ability to 'call off' by means of him simply showing rage and anger when play goes too far, raising the specter of actual failure or shame.
Variety is highly discouraged within such relationships; they are best described as reliable delivery vehicles for emotional succor. They thrive on rigid, unchanging roles and emotional games over decades.
When variety is needed, it is obtained by bringing in yet another domineering female to feed the same emotional hungers in the male via a fresh face and a fresh set of games, nicknames, and a bouquet of predictable behaviors as the new dominatrix orbits around the male at the center of the harem.
While the public's perception of a female dominatrix usually involves a caricature figure dressed in black leather and holding a whip, this is far from the norm.
The most common female dominatrix is the professional woman who attaches herself to a weak male in business or government or military settings. She and he then fulfill an unspoken bargain; she lends him her competence and aggression, and he provides her with status, salary and security within the organization.
The price of her services is typically to be promoted beyond her training or abilities, yet her sponsor will never permit criticism of her or her work.
The loyalty is indeed beyond rational, beyond tit-for-tat, beyond explanation as a working partnership.
These relationships are mutual, and are not about succeeding. Not about whatever destination is in view.
At the end, Eva Braun willingly sat down on a sofa beside her man, and bit down hard on that little glass vial.
It's about 'us' standing together against the whole world.
There can be only one Eva on the sofa at the bitter end, though. The other Evas lose the bargain, as Harriet Miers already has, and probably have quite a bitter tale to tell because of it.