Don't Gloat Yet
by James Washburn
Thursday, 29 December 2005
A bad year for Bush is bad for all of us
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I don’t know about you, but I don’t feel like rejoicing.
That’s not just because Bush won’t be impeached, not by this Congress. He could carve a swastika in his forehead and be videotaped peeing on Dwight Eisenhower’s exhumed corpse, and most Republicans would still argue that it’s a post-9/11 world, where a President’s gotta take extreme measures. I’m not rejoicing because, for every cock-up Bush gets called to task for, there are a dozen others for which he doesn’t, and all of them diminish our nation.
How can one exult over how wrong he and his advisers are about Iraq when scores of thousands of people are dead as a result and more are still dying, while the towns we haven’t bombed into hummus yet are overrun with murderous cops, Shiite, Sunni and Kurdish death squads, terrorists, god-addled jihadists and corporate hired goons from the unfettered killing fields of South Africa and Central America? As Donald Rumsfeld compactly put it, “Freedom is messy.” Which was sure the case in the Gulf states, where a criminal lack of planning and even more criminal lack of follow-through contributed to Hurricane Katrina leaving over 1,300 people dead and a region devastated. To this day there are some 6,000 persons still unaccounted for. In America! How is that possible?
You can bet they’d be accounted for if they were war protestors, because the Pentagon, National Guard, FBI and police agencies have been intensively spying on anti-war groups. If you’re an outspoken one of the 150 million Americans who oppose the war, do you know what you’re called in the Pentagon’s surveillance logs (the news of which just surfaced this December)? You’re a “threat.”
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May I take a breather here? While I do, I’d like to address those of you who are considering writing in to accuse me of being a Bush-hater. Let me save you the trouble: I hate Bush. I hope it’s not a federal crime to say so, but I’d throw dog shit at him if I could. Maybe he’s a loving husband and enjoys a good joke, but he’s a lying, sneaking bully. Have you seen the photo of the college-age Bush on the rugby field, sucker-punching an unsuspecting player? That’s who he is, and it doesn’t help now that he’s got his own personal Jesus whispering to him, never wondering why that tongue in his ear is forked: “Go on, bomb those neighborhoods, George. It’s what I’d do.” “More tax cuts for the rich would be heavenly, don’t you think?” “Wanna see me make Terri Schiavo wink?”
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http://www.ocweekly.com/columns/lost-in-oc/don%27t-gloat-yet_2005-12-29.html(Sorry, had to select the four paragraphas that caught my eyes but the whole long essay is worth reading)