Saturday, January 17, 2009

No Brain? No Problem!

"First of all, I don't see America having problems." --George W. Bush, interview with Bob Costas at the 2008 Olympics, Beijing, China, Aug. 10, 2008

I saw a poster for the horror movie My Bloody Valentine 3D in my local subway station the other day that warned of "graphic, brutal, horror violence and grisly images throughout."

I don't know about the movie, but when I saw those words, I thought to myself, God, what a perfect description of the Bush Administration.

Graphic, brutal horror violence? Four years in Iraq covers that and as far as the grisly images, we've got Abu Ghraib, waterboarding, the Katrina fiasco, and Dick Cheney's sneering mug for starters. Maybe we should think of Bush as Jason or Freddy Krueger.

So, yes, the Bush presidency qualifies as an eight-year-long slasher movie, which, thank God, is now coming to end.

It always amazed me that two people I know in two different areas of my life both called George Bush by the exact same nickname: President Fuckface.

Admittedly, it's childish, immature, and disrespectful. But then so is George Bush and he worked hard to earn that vile title.

Today marks the fourth anniversary of this blog, which I started when I had dreams of being a newspaper columnist. That's a bit ironic when you think about it, as the Internet is helping to destroy newspapers.

In the entry, "Coronation Day," I wrote about Bush being sworn in for the nightmare's second term. (I nearly wrote "turd" instead of "term." How appropriate.)

"What happened to my country?" I asked all those years--and lives--ago. "I turned away for a second and it turned into Mayberry 666. What the f...?"

Those were scary times. We had a president lying us into a disastrous war, a media too cowed to call him on it, and a right wing propaganda machine working full tilt to push the White House fabrications into the brains of an all-too-willing populace.

Anyone who disagreed with the Bush mob on any issue whatsoever was labeled a traitor. It was a new age of McCarthyism, where fear replaced logic and personal attacks replaced reasoned debate.

While the 9/11 attacks were invoked on every possible occasion to justify the invocation of every crackpot neocon theory, the actual architect of those attacks that killed 3,000 people--including several thousand in New York--was never apprehended.

That would be the bin Laden guy, in case you don't remember, or as he's come to be known, Osama been Forgotten. Smoke 'im out? Wanted dead or alive? Ringing any bells?

It's been quite a run: Tax cuts for the rich. My Pet Goat. Halliburton. Deregulation of environmental laws. Mission Accomplished. The outing of Valerie Plame, a real act of treason, which the mindless flag-wavers managed to ignore, downplay and lie about.

Remember the Terri Schiavo disgrace, when that imbecile came flying up from Texas to "save" a woman who was clearly brain dead--kind of like Bush & Co.--just to placate the gaggle of anti-abortion psychos how had camped outside the hospice where she lay in a persistent vegetative state?

As Randi Rhodes pointed out, Bush had earlier gotten a briefing that said "bin Laden to determined to strike in U.S." only instead of flying up to Washington to fight the terrorist threat, Fuckface--oops, I'm sorry, President Fuckface--chose to stay back in Texas and play cowboy.

During the Bush years, the reins of the government were turned over to conservative "think" tanks who inflicted their destructive fantasies on an unsuspecting world.

"...fasten your seatbelts," I wrote back in '05. "It's going to be a bumpy four years."

The Iraqi disaster called for us to start a war in the Middle East with the goal of making us become a dominant player in the region. It was a conservative wet dream that cost the lives of 4,000 Americans and God knows how many innocent Iraqis.

And let's not forget the thousands of American soldiers who were injured and maimed and who will need some kind of medical care for the rest of their lives.

I was unemployed at the time in '05 and I wrote that "if I can't get a job here, I'll go to Iraq and become a coffin maker. Those suckers have got to be busy."

We had the Department of "Justice" scandal, where loyal drones were given key positions over qualified attorneys, a move straight out of the Heritage Foundation playbook that called for loyalty over ability.

The Christian right was given wide access to the government in attempt to turn this country into a theocracy. The American Flag and the Holy Bible both became property of the Republican Party.

So now the nightmare is almost over. The horror movie is about to end and Fuckface is ready to ride off into a twisted sunset, leaving behind a battered nation, a wrecked economy and a shell-shocked planet.

To borrow from Shakespeare, nothing in George Bush's presidency became him like the leaving it. He is without a doubt the worst president in the history of this country and his passing is cause for great celebration.

Be gone, you worthless little man, go and don't come back. But leave that Bible and the flag. They never really belonged to you and your ilk and they never will.

I ended my posting four years ago with the words "God help America." That still applies, thanks to the Bush crowd.

There will be a new team in charge as of Tuesday and, God willing, we'll be free of all those grisly images.

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