Goodbye to Bush - 1/23/09

Ariana called him "delusional". Chris Mathews called him a tabula rasa. I call him the beady-eyed son of privilege who championed class-war with tax cuts for the wealthy while New Orleans drowned, while Iraq burned, while Afghanistan festered, while government fulfilled Reagan's prophecy and became the enemy, while religious superstition and scientific falsification ran wild, and yes, while the Twin Towers came down in New York due to his negligence, ignorance and his C-student unwillingness to read Bin Laden poised to strike in US. He was the American political legacy who gave inbred European aristocracy and further removed and further inbred ancient Egyptian nobility a bad name. He was the college cheerleader who was never good enough to play in the game who took his Dad's bat and balls and simply made the game up from his gut - spilling the guts of countless thousands on the way. He was the lifelong failure who showed us all what a big man he was. He was the least introspective man of his time. He was the least curious man of his time. He actually said last night - "You may not agree with some tough decisions I have made. But I hope you can agree that I was willing to make tough decisions." It was your job, asshole. You want praise for doing your job?! You entered the scene without a hint of class or grace. You leave having learned nothing, without a clue as to the lives led by most people on the planet, wallowing in self-pity and still not a hint, a glimmer, of class or grace. Go back to Texas, the hate-crime capitol of the United States. Fitting. Clear more brush, don't clear brush. But go. And go fuck yourself while you're going. And take the smirk off your face, finally, once and for all. You always were the joke. Go take a long look in a mirror at that smirk. It's held in place, frozen in time, a President Sardonicus for the ages. And while you're smirking, go fuck yourself one more time. Think of it as one more tough decision.

When the Press Died

The American Press, a free and independent Press, our safeguard against tyranny died in August 2005. It had been on life support all through the Reagan Administration and it took another twenty five years for the last gasping breaths to echo down the once proud chambers of Murrow Land. Remember how hungry Woodward and Bernstein were when they broke the Watergate news? Remember how proud you were that they followed every lead for you, for the country? Remember how feral and thirsty and unkempt Bernstein always looked in photographs? The same with Dustin Hoffman in the movie version? (Redford is always the picture of WASP cool.) History. All ancient history. Because in August 2005, ABC News anchorman Peter Jennings died. AND LEFT AN ESTATE VALUED AT MORE THAN 50 MILLION DOLLARS. Of course the mainstream media (MSM) isn't going to dig into the heinous and nefarious acts done in our name. THEY ARE PART OF THE PERMANENT GOVERNMENT. When you've got 50 MILLION DOLLARS you don't report on Ronald Reagan. YOU ARE RONALD REAGAN. AND YOU ARE DICK CHENEY AND DONALD RUMSFELD AND BOTH MEN NAMED GEORGE BUSH. When journalists leave 50 MILLION DOLLAR ESTATES they don't look into abuses of POWER. They are POWER. MSNBC just removed Olbermann and Mathews from their anchor desks at their coverage of the single most important election since 1860. Clearly they were cowed by the powers that be in the McSame campaign. Yes, the Press, the free and independent American Press died, officially, in August 2005, with Peter Jennings. The ultimate irony - Jennings was Canadian.