The former president's speech, last Thursday, in economically devastated Michigan, prompts reflection once again on the one constant in George W. Bush's Chauncey Gardinerlike life: its wake of destruction wherever he's gone, in whatever he's done, upon whomever he's touched, with the lone exception, I assume, of his immediate family. Always an immensely privileged bumbler, neither physical effort nor mental exertion was ever required of George Bush to lead the most comfortable of lives. Everything -- and I mean everything, including but especially the presidency -- was simply handed to him by others. It seems he came to expect such unearned gifts as the natural order of things, hence that singular word that came to define him: entitlement. Historically, other notables born into high social station have felt similarly entitled -- one thinks of presidential patricians such as Franklin D. Roosevelt and John Kennedy -- but concomitant with that sense was a sense as well of obligation, of return, of, in the most honorable intent of the words, noblesse oblige. Whether that latter sensibility came naturally to those men or was rather grudgingly embraced I'll leave others to speculate on; but the fact is, it did come. And it was of benefit to millions. Perhaps the woefully wholesale lack of it in George W. was his parents' fault. I don't know. But one is also led to ask if it wasn't more the result of something deeper in George's essential character, something defined by its absence. And by that I mean his profound lack of wonder -- at himself, and the world at large. With it he might have stopped to ask at least every now and then: Why is it I've been able to go so far while trying so little? -- indeed, not trying at all. At that point he might have said to himself: Maybe others could use a bit of a leg up, because maybe others are so far down only because people like myself are unjustifiably -- one could say, even, oppressively -- so far up. And at that second and more advanced point, the real world might have then come into human focus for George. Indeed, given all that he started with and all that was handed to him throughout, he might even have made something of himself.