Franklin Roosevelt said in his inaugural, "We have nothing to fear but fear itself." But he didn't have Dick Cheney creating from his bunker a government which is little more than a Wal-Mart of Fear: midnight snatchings of citizens for uncharged crimes, wars to hunt for imaginary weapons aimed at Los Angeles, DNA data banks of kids and grandmas, the Chicken Little sky-is-falling social security spook-show, and shoe-searches in airports. Fear is your only product.
that's the one only and greg palast from an e-mail a friend fowarded. you can find the column, 'oaf of office', at http://www.gregpalast.com/ and you should read the whole thing.
four more years? it won't be a cake walk. he saw today we won't shower him with flowers. a number of us, too many, are now wide awake in dreamland, to be pat benetar about it. he won't have it as easy as he did in his first stolen four years.
the bully boy pranced and minced and swaggered and staggered. in what should have been his finest hour, he never looked more incompent, more half-assed, more like the neighborhood drunk who leers in your windows.
the little boy cheerleader still isn't accepted. they had to steal the vote and, even with that, he stands at a 49% approval rating. even on his big day, he had to journey in a pope mobile and still couldn't block out the protests. even on his big day, he had to face the fact that for all his attempts at penis augmentation (two wars and counting) he's still not the big cock.
anyone else betting he doesn't get any tonight? that our overly botoxed first lady says through frozen lips, "oh george, really, today wasn't anything to be proud of."
the common ills notes that laura enjoys seeing her daughter humiliated. how much you want to bet laura's thinking, "kill my poetry reading will you! fuck off!" as she chain smokes and swills down some american made liquor?
poor dunce cap george. he's already had the best four years he could ever have. the voices against him are mounting. the questions refuse to go away.
he thinks he trumped poppy (trust me, beating daddy is a big deal to small dicks) but in a few months, he may find himself wishing he had lost. knowing that, in losing, he could have been enshrined the way poppy was.
at this rate, he'll have to wait thirty-plus years for president jenna to make him look better by comparison.
he's got no plan for iraq other than to sing "don't nobody bring me no bad news." (who knew he was a fan of the wiz?) the january 30th election will only embolden iraqis to demand america leaves and bush won't go along with that. he can't go along with it because there's no victory to claim in departure.
there's no victory there at all, only a sad loss of life (on both sides) and any sane leader looking at the intelligence would have pulled us out long ago. but he can't do that until he can find a way to declare "victory." and there's no victory there.
(the iraqis could make their own victory, americans can't. and the longer we stay, the more damage we do.)
iraq was the elephant in the room as bush gave his dopey speech. almost 1400 americans have lost their lives. we've been over there almost 2 years. he strong armed our way in. and yet he couldn't say the word, he couldn't mention the country.
if he thinks he can just will it away, he's mistaken. this is his mess and with a second term, he completely owns the mess. people are angry that there were no wmd. people are outraged at the casualities. iraq's not going away. it's a blood stain on his record.
the failing economy, the attacks on civil rights, reproductive rights, all of that matters. but what's turning people in his own camp away from him now is the simple fact that he's put our sons and daughters, our husbands and wives, our brothers and sisters, our mothers and fathers in harm's way for no good reason.
this was supposed to be his big day and even that was taken from him as protestors made sure he knew there was no mandate. on tv, i saw a woman holding up a sign that said something like 'no more lies! no more deaths!' bully boy, you stole the presidency twice, you never won the hearts & minds. in that pea brain mind of your's, even you know that.
