As another year slithers to a close, let's try to understand why the most galling aspect of all the round the clock analyses, perpetual punditry, endless speculation, asinine apologias, overbearing O'Reilling and CN-iNanity regarding Bush, his chicken hawk Neo-Cocksmen and the surreal, labyrinthine tragedy that is become Iraq, is the fact that whether one participates in the prognostications or just observes passively as Americans are expected to do, total, unmitigated suspension of disbelief is required. Because to participate at all in any consideration of the aforementioned circumstances requires ascribing qualities approaching sentience to the rutabagas Bush, Dick, Rummy, Paul, et.al. The Axis of Dribble just does not posses the requirements that allow them to understand the consequences of their deeply sociopathic actions. In fact, they possess no other imperative but to play war, having made only the merest feints at anything resembling other aspects of governance, and those only for appearance' sake. They are interested solely in obliterating their competition in the global, testicle-knocking race for economic dominance.
But admitting that we put our faith in patently unqualified, callous and nefarious bullies who have hijacked this country's soul is tantamount to admitting our own pitiful powerlessness---and that's something that is strictly verboten in Bushland. Patriarchal, disciplinarian, teeth-gnashing power is everything. Caring is insignificant. Trying to improve the lives of the poor, the hungry, the uneducated, the disenfranchised, the weak, the suffering---that's in their play book under "Musts To Avoid", subtitled: "Personal Virtues".
Our current leaders are not statesmen or sages or political philosophers, nor noble descendants of Jefferson, Lincoln, Roosevelt or Clinton, but the logical extensions of P.T. Barnum and Ron Popeil, executive officers of America the Corporate, selling America!® to its own people, dazed and obese from consuming, and using easy-to-understand pie charts, threat levels and topspin. Everything must go, go, go! So unless you want to fight them here, you'd better buy, buy, buy.
Um...bye!