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The Scars
By David Glenn Cox
President Bush makes his last grand tour of Europe with his immunity from prosecution tucked under his arm. One last jaunt through the mid evil lands, one last chance to throw the stick to see if the dogs of war will play fetch. His reception is greeted politely but coolly for he is political poison the most unpopular American in England since the days of Washington and Jefferson under the reign of George the third.
The most unpopular American to hit continental Europe ever, a pariah, a pestilence a usurper of the throne. He is a man in search of his legacy when he should be a man running from it. He has learned nothing and has few regrets, a legend in his own mind. The thousands dead cry out for justice, the hungry made hungrier, the poor made poorer and the angry made angrier. A fool, a buffoon, too ignorant to see what he has done but ready for his close up Mr. DeVille.
From the burning sands of Arabia to the warming ice of the arctic it is we who will carry his legacy, we will carry his legacy like scars from a pox. Environmental degradation, political degradation, the great uniter unites the world in hatred, in poverty and in suffering. A fool, a Claudius, who if they had known nothing could have done no worse, the arrogance of a know it all wrapped in the pride of a momma's boy spoiled for far too long. An educated fool and academic anathema of a C student, a man proudly ignorant despite education and experience.
He has learned nothing and has few regrets, the pride of a fool, but it is we who will carry the scars to the end of our days. The dead floating in New Orleans, as he said now is not the time to play the blame game, but when is? It’s not right still, it won’t ever be right, it can never be made right. The dead will always be dead, the homes gone are still gone as the insurance companies play catch me if you can and see you in court in about twenty years. Heck of a job there Brownie.
An economy in shambles as you stare vacantly into to camera and say, “no it’s not” Then spout your meaningless statistics of Wal-Mart job growth and the rise in productivity. But as the old saying goes, that don’t feed the bulldog! We see the oil prices rising from $100 a barrel in January to $138 a barrel today, the inflation math is pretty easy even for a C student. So excuse me as I laugh when your minions prognosticate inflation figures at 4% annually. Even by George W. Bush standards that’s a whopper, maybe some day the lie itself will be renamed the Bush, in your honor!
That’s part of the legacy, the scars and pock marks on our entire political system that no longer looks so pretty or desirable any more. Lady liberty no longer just blind but deaf and mute as well, dragged, shackled and manacled from the courthouse into the black hole of Guantomamo or Bagram or any other number of secret detainment centers.
Raped of her dignity as we are all raped of our dignity, beaten out of consciousness by the cackling jackals appointed under your watch, and they too are your legacy and our legacy, for they will remain even after you are long gone. The fools who did not recuse, the C students like your self, appointed to the highest court in the land with out the simplest understanding of basic due process. An Alice through the looking glass court where the goal it not to try. But to impugn and to slander the defendant to create great creepy scarries, bad men under the bed with evil intentions designed to frighten the multitudes.
To scare the multitudes into following you even when logic says no! To serve up fear as your only manna and follow me! Your only commandment. You have led us into the desert from the Promised Land! You have taken the good things from our lives and slaughtered our children on the altar to your God. But your only God Mr. Bush is you, your reflection in the mirror, your lack of reflection in the mirror, for you have learned nothing and have few regrets. In your regrets though, is our rejoicing, for you regret not starting more wars and more killings and you really regret not getting to use the big one and to become the nuclear war time President.
Your entire Presidency will be remembered as an illness to be recovered from. A calamity, a cataclysm surpassing all of your predecessors. With out one success even unintentional to call your own. You will be remembered as the null President and your name will be spoken of only in whispers even by your own party. For you have so demolished the institutions of this nation that your own party lies broken in your wreckage. Only a doddering old fool to carry your standard now, the short straw man out, an elderly straw man outted. A stand in, an honorary buffoon, too dumb to know better and too old to know why not!
Because your successor will have to pick up the check for your fraternity keg party tax policy and toga party finances. We will all have to pay the check for your foolishness, your carelessness and your loutish foreign policy. The whole world must carry your legacy, every thing that you’ve touched you’ve only made worse. Maybe failure itself will be renamed Bush, that is your legacy. The wealthy and the idolaters will build you a library; a monument to fiasco but the dust on the door handles will be the truer legacy. For we must try to forget you, to wash you from our collective minds as we wash the innocent blood from our hands.
Your successor must spend his term repairing the damage that you have done, for the damage you have wrought will live long after you are gone and I am gone and even after our children are gone. To rebuild the institutions that you have torn down, to reestablish the trusts and guarantees to us now so tarnished. To rebuild our economy in a shambles and in the name of God to stop the bloodletting. For it is all of us who are scarred by you. The only relevant question is not how long you will be remembered but how long it will take before you can be forgotten you. Your arrogance, your ignorance, your lack of empathy for a nation that you have scarred and pock marked. So that when you say that you have few regrets you make my point far better than any mortal’s words ever can.
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