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This comes straight from the Daily Kos and it should be read by everyone on this planet because it pretty much lays out the immoral character of George Bush.
2007: Summer of Death and Lies
by kidneystones May 26, 2007
Washington's summer warmth returned this week leading President Bush to stand in the Rose Garden beneath perfect blue skies, as is his wont, and lie his fucking face off to the American people and the world one more time.
The Summer of Love in '67 came just once but George Bush's mulching and manure spreading is forever, a perpetual crap-spewing machine. Nothing ever grows in George Bush's garden though, except lies, the number of dead, dollars lost and, of course, the stink.
A humbler man might have feared facing the guardians of truth and justice, known to some as "the lap-dog press", but Bush, if he knows anything at all, has the trainer's touch and understands exactly where and how bellies should be scratched. If that happens to look like a reach-around to pornographically-inclined observers, you're probably right. Nothing is quite as kinky and illuminating as watching the Cod-piece President conduct Obedience School.
Rose Garden Revisionism...a Heart-warming Refrain.
As Fred Kaplan notes, the President doesn't even need to tell new lies. The old ones are more comforting. The press enfolds itself in the bloody rag the angry occupant of the Oval Office waves before a frightened and beaten public like it's an old, familiar cardigan, searching there for the scent of Mr. Jelly-Bean, hoping to discover in the not-so-reassuring promises a sense of security they once found in a professional light-bulb salesman.
This isn't Twenty-Mule Team Borax the squinty-eyed commander guy is selling. The drug is fear mixed with more than a dash of jingoism and hate laid over a solid base of outright racism and rage. And boy, does that play well in some circles, especially as the stack of corpses climbs higher. Burning brown bodies: children, women, men piled to the sky. Crack for the racist right.
Iraq is splitting at the seams, Afghanistan is exploding and Bin laden is out of sight and out of mind, replaced by the scary cypher known only as "those who attacked our shores and brought down the towers". The fact that the folks who brought down the towers also went down in the attack means nothing. Especially when so many in the press have been going down for so long. Dripping.
Junkie-President and Fear-monger found a rich vein of hate, racism and fear among the twisted remains at Ground Zero they've been milking ever since, bleeding America white. Literally.
Brown Americans will be forced to carry plastic laminated ID cards issued by the state declaring: "I'm not Them." Not yet, at least; in the eyes of the law, that is, for now. Heirs presumptive to the Oval Throne boast they'd like to "double Guantanamo". Look for a boom in orange-jump suit futures.
Kill Our Children? Bin Laden may not get the chance. America's former erstwhile ally is too busy now reaping the rewards of American madness, counting the secular moderates who have already fallen in Iraq, new home of the Islamic authoritarian nightmare.
George Bush feeds farm-boys from Kansas and father and mothers from Maine to California into the meat-grinder in Iraq. Terror U. Wonder what their t-shirts and caps look like. Fallujah 2004, Najef, Ramadi, Sadr City. Been there, done that, learned to form IED's and use them to spread carnage and terror across the region. As ye sow, so shall ye reap.
The Killer who ran and hid first in Daddy's money, then in drink and drugs until finally finding his niche as professional smile, who says his college years were wasted is now cheerleader-in-chief. The smile didn't last long however. The man who set a record for executions in Texas quickly got to work.
Out wheeled the Medicine Show and the rubes lined up for the life-giving elixir as they do each summer when Snake-Oil shucks and jives like the stand-up comedian he is. And they bought it. Why shouldn't he be cocky? Why should he worry about the low poll numbers? He's not fighting in Iraq and neither are his kids.
Profits rise, the rich get richer, the poor continue to suffer and sometimes complain. The loyal opposition is loyal only to their own place at the trough and a shot at a place closer to the cash spigot. Of the lives lost and families destroyed they care little.
Press buffoons bow and scrape before monsters and we find no hope. We're looking in the wrong place. Hope is found in the certain knowledge that the world can be a better place. Hope is found in the last wipe of the already clean table the waitress gives after the customer has left and her shift is finished. Hope is found in the joy we see in the eyes of our children; the delight they find in just being alive.
IMPEACH NOW. I'll call for the impeachment of the King of Lies until the last day of his illegal reign. I'll call for the impeachment of his minions who've lied to us all with a cynicism and abandon equal to their evil over-lord. I'll call for the impeachment of this corrupt, criminal regime that is sure to be damned by every historian for centuries to come. And I'll take comfort in the knowledge that I'm not alone and that there are millions more who'll fight and never run unto our dying breaths.
Why didn't Dems Impeach in the Summer of 2007?
Every generation of Americans is going to ask the same question. Why didn't Dems Impeach?
Future generations will look back in revulsion at Bush; and wonder: what could Dems possibly have been thinking?
How on earth after so many lies, after so much misery and so much bloodshed could Dems let these evil and corrupt monsters continue to rape the Constitution and murder thousands of young Americans and tens of thousands elsewhere?
And the people will ask: where were you in 2007, in that summer of death and lies?
