Prideful enough to lie, George Bush is appearing in public during his last days, no longer sheltered in douched military salutes. Thus the shoes.
What’s he saying? He says there have been no attacks on our soil.
Bush: One of the major theaters against al Qaeda turns out to have been Iraq. This is where al Qaeda said they were going to take their stand. This is where al Qaeda was hoping to take …
Raddatz: But not until after the U.S. invaded.
Bush: Yeah, that’s right. So what? …
Raddatz: Just let me go back because you brought this up. … They didn’t find weapons of mass destruction.
Bush: That’s true. Everybody thought they had them.
Raddatz: So what threat? …
Bush: Saddam Hussein was the sworn enemy of the United States. He had been enriched by oil revenues. He was a sponsor of terror. …
Raddatz: So would you have gone in anyway?
Bush: Excuse me for a minute. … It was his choice.
The blogger Thoreau says, “…public humiliation and displays of scorn are just peachy with me.”
In a better world, the people who orchestrated that war would be unable to walk down a sidewalk without facing a torrent of rotten tomatoes, eggs, and insults.
Everywhere they go, decent people should shout curses and wave middle fingers. When walking down the street after a rainstorm, kids should stomp mud puddles in their direction to dirty the clothes of the war pigs. Old World church ladies should make the sign to ward off evil in the presence of George Bush and his fellow war-starters. Dogs should bark as they walk by, and monkeys should fling poo at them when they visit the zoo.
None of these things will physically harm them, but it’s the sort of utter rejection from polite society that they deserve.
That’s right, even dogs and monkeys should reject them.
They are thugs and evil-doers, and they deserve complete ostracism from any place of dignity.
AmeriStreet says, “So what? I’ll tell you what!”
Rick Perlstein says, Bush’s legacy? Bush’s legacy?
“History will treat me well,” Winston Churchill, at the nadir of his public reputation, is said to have once confidently proclaimed. “How do you know?” his interlocutor came back. “Because,” Churchill concluded, “I intend to write it.”
Now, our president surely could not write his way out of a sopping wet paper bag, but that’s not to say he doesn’t grasp the Churchillian impulse.
The first time conservative governance was tried.