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An absolutely horrible thought occured to me this evening.
On Bush's desk are several proposals about the way forward in Iraq. There's one from Richard Hadley and the NSC, another from Baker and the ISG, a couple from Congress, and a few from various military leaders.
Each report has a key proposal that recommends a specific way forward: send more troops/don't send more troops/engage with Iran and Syria/propose a timetable to withdrawal/withdraw to barracks/ramp up the numbers of trainers etc.
And self-evidently, someone has to choose which one of these radically different and monumentously important courses of action is to be taken.
That person is Geroge W. Bush.
Jesus. That person is Geroge W. Bush.
What I mean to say is, it is starting to look like it will actually be Geroge himself, personally, actually making the actual decion. Out of his mouth, via what passes for his brain, will come the words: "Go with option D", and so it will be.
This is monumental.
All the real deciders are gone. They have disappeared or are irrelevent. Cheney, Rummy, Colin, Condi, Blair, Bolton, Wolfowitz, Perle, whofuckingever. The only man left standing is the Boy King, a man who has in reality not taken a single real decision in his enitre presidency.
On issue after issue he has had decisions made for him. I'm sure he was shown sexy maps of Iraq in the Oval Room with CGI of how the US troops would be deployed and was made feel he was deciding on option A or Option B. But that's not deciding. That's snoozing though a powerpoint presentation. When it comes to making decisons that start life as electrical impulses in his own brain, Bush is a novice.
He has been pretending to make decisions while in reality it has all been a charade. Like his whole life, Bush had been just pretending to be president.
But now...who's left to decide? Jesus fucking Christ, the only person left is the Decider himself. Now, finally, he is going to actually have to make a real decision that will be his, and not someone elses.
That's an awfully big decision for such an awfully little man.
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