“We’ve had enough Bushes.”~ Barbara Bush on the Today Show
“Ain’t it the truth! Ain’t it the truth!”~ Burt Lahr, as the Cowardly Lion
So, the man who is in serious competition with James Buchanan for being remembered as the worst, most insanely incompetent chief-executive in the archives of humanity finally has his own library? A place where future historians may romp with joy and scholarly abandon to their little hearts’ content?
I live less than forty miles from the Franklin D. Roosevelt Library and Museum in Hyde Park, NY. I visit there as often as I can because I really love the place—I always feel a little better about this doomed country whenever I leave there. It is truly a fitting memorial to a great American leader, arguably the greatest in history.
I might be persuaded to visit the Bush Library someday—if only out of morbid curiosity, you understand. I imagine any place that is designed for no other purpose than to put a sugar coating on the sick and twisted legacy of George W. Bush ought to be just oodles of fun to visit!
Revisionism can be a riot of laughter; a cornucopia of mirth and merriment for anyone with a halfway-decent knowledge of history. So it was with the cascade of nonsense flowing in torrents out of the George W. Bush Presidential Center at its opening this week. It was a hoot watching the speakers pay tribute to the little thug—especially the Democrats!
The very spectacle of Bill Clinton and Barack Obama attempting to twist the English language like salt water taffy in order to honor this guy was too much for the senses to even come close to comprehending. About the best the President could come up with was this beauty:
Somebody hand me my chisel.
It was about as surreal as any news event that has been my dubious joy to witness with my own eyes.
Did you catch the aptly-named Andy Card? This guy was actually bragging to a reporter from CNN about Bush’s economic record! I believe the words he used were, “second to none.” Indeed. Does this nitwit even know the definition of the word, “irony”?
More than a few people on this day were saying that history would be kind to Bush. Someone on Fox Noise even had the chutzpa to put Bush right up there in the pantheon of great American presidents:
“George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, Theodore Roosevelt, Woodrow Wilson, Franklin Roosevelt, Ronald Reagan…George W. Bush.”
It’s bad enough that these knuckleheads still insist on putting the likes of Reagan on the same level as Lincoln and FDR—but George W. Bush???
Can grown adults be that completely unhinged from reality that they sincerely believe that posterity is going forgive the worst blunder ever made by the American electorate? Remember the reason people gave for voting for Bush? They would rather have a beer with him than the nerdy, policy-wonk, Al Gore—or the colorless boy-scout-wannabe, John Kerry.
Truth be told, I would much rather have a beer with George W. Bush. (You see, I have this reoccurring fantasy about smashing the half-witted frat boy up the side the head with a bottle of Pabst Blue Ribbon ale.)
We can console ourselves in the knowledge that the elections of 2000 and 2004 were stolen. Had every vote been counted—and every registered voter given access to the ballot box—Bush would have lost both of those contests. He won the state of Florida in 2000 because his brother, the governor, denied 57,000 legally registered African Americans the right to vote. He won Ohio four years later because the Republicans made damned sure that polling places in the cities of that state would be limited to a small handful, and therefore, quite crowded. People left the polling lines in utter frustration—a lot of them had children at home waiting for dinner.
Nowadays, the success of the GOP depends upon the suppression of votes—what do you think those “Voter ID” laws were all about? You might want to make a little note of that.
One does not envy the people in charge of developing the exhibits for the Dubya Library. Whoever the poor bastards are, I hope they’re paid quite handsomely for their efforts.
Yeah, Bush and Cheney rid the Middle East of a naughty “evil-doer” named Saddam Hussein, but they did it by means of some incomprehensible evil-doing. They lied about Saddam’s capacity to make war; that he had weapons of mass destruction; that he was somehow complicit in the atrocity committed against this country on September 11, 2012—all lies—and anyone bothering to pay attention knew damned well that they were lying.
The result was a mountain of dead bodies, the number of which may reach a million or more. We’ll never know the exact death toll. It was all about an ocean of oil—flowing ‘neath the Iraqi soil…..
Does the Iraqi War wing of this place take note of the fact that by illegally invading the (like it or not) sovereign nation of Iraq, the Bush Mob created a geo-political nightmare that will haunt the United Nations for decades?
I’m going to take a wild guess here and say that they probably neglected to include that nasty little reality in their presentation. Why waste one’s time with cold, hard facts when fantasy is so much more palatable to one’s deluded sense of reality?
Welcome to Bush World. Enjoy your stay—and watch yer step, Buster, ya hear?
And speaking of Iraq, there’s a pretty good reason why Bush, Cheney and Rumsfeld don’t travel abroad anymore. They’re war criminals who run the risk of being arrested for their crimes against the human race. Staying put is a dandy idea if you know what I mean.
“When we talk about war, we’re really talking about peace.” ~ G.W. Bush
Won’t you come home, George Orwell? Won’t you come home?
I wonder if the Bush Library has a wing that highlights what “a heck of a job” his administration did during the devastation of Hurricane Katrina. I really hope so. I’ve only been to Dallas, Texas once—and that was a very long time ago. I don’t imagine I’ll be passing through the town any time soon, but the chance to see their “Katrina Wing” would be worth the price of the journey! Can you imagine the job it took to sugarcoat that one?
It was Katrina, more than anything else, that finally woke the American people up to the horrible realization that sending these idiots to Washington was an error of incalculable dimensions.
At the FDR Library in Hyde Park, there is a building called The Henry Wallace Welcoming Center, named for Roosevelt’s second Vice-President. There is also a large photograph of Mr. Wallace at the entrance. Call it a silly hunch on my part, but I doubt very much that the Bush Library’s “Welcoming Center” bears the name and likeness of Dick Cheney.
Who the hell in their right mind would ever enter the joint if that were the case?
I can still remember the first time first time I ever laid eyes on George W. Bush.
It was in May of 1988, when his father was being seriously challenged in the South Carolina primaries by preacher-from-hell, Pat Robertson. He was being interviewed on NBC News, telling the correspondent that no one was “gonna whup” his daddy. “My goodness,” I remember saying out loud, “the boy is dumber than a doorknob, isn’t he!” If you had told me then and there that in thirteen years this inarticulate fool would be the President of the United States of America, I would have said, “Have another sip.”
As Fats Waller liked to say back in his time, “One never knows, do one?”
Bad News: Whoever is president fifty years from now, in all likelihood, hasn’t even been born yet. I don’t envy that person. He or she will still—on a daily basis—be dealing with the damage that George W. Bush and company did to this once-great nation so many generations before. Best of luck to them.
Good News: Most of us will be dead and gone by that time. Isn’t that nice?
During the entire eight, gruesome years that George called the White House “home,” I only wrote one letter to him. It is dated March 19, 2007, the fourth anniversary of the invasion of Iraq.
Here it is for the record in its entirety:
Dear President Bush,
Today on MSNBC, they re-broadcast the footage from May 1, 2003 of you on the deck of the aircraft carrier, Abraham Lincoln. I saw the Mission Accomplished banner. I saw you in that silly flight suit. I saw you with that disgusting smirk on your face as you declared, “Major combat operations in Iraq are over.”
Question: Sir, with the benefit of 20/20 historical hindsight, do you even have a clue as to how fucking stupid you looked? Just wondering.
Love and peace,
PS: By the way, when you get a chance, have a look at my blog: www.tomdegan.blogspot.com
It’s a lot of fun!
He did make a sincere effort to alleviate the AIDS crisis in Africa, and by all accounts, the effects were positive. Good for him. That is the only decent thing I can think of to say about President Bush. But in all fairness, that fact should be noted.
This is more than likely the last piece I’ll be writing for a very long time on the depressing subject of George W. Bush.
Tomorrow marks the tenth anniversary of his idiotic “Mission Accomplished” stunt on the deck of the USS Abraham Lincoln—a mission that would never be accomplished. I won’t be taking note of it. It’s about time we consigned him to history where he rightfully belongs. (Unless he says or does something really stupid, or unless still more evidence comes to the surface shedding even more light on how mind-jarringly corrupt his administration was (both scenarios not being out of the realm of possibility), I’m pretty much through thinking about Dubya.)
I really should give a tip of the hat to the contemptible little man, though.
It must be said that George W. Bush had a major impact on my life; in fact he gave it new meaning. I had always, since childhood, paid close attention to politics and current events. Bush turned me into a stone-cold activist. My personal site is as much his legacy as it is mine. For that reason alone, I owe the guy a great debt of gratitude. Credit must be given where credit is long overdue: Thanks a heap, George!
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