Ah, the sweet stench of failure.
One would like to think the dawn is breaking, every so slowly, but inevitably.
Thus, in times of great darkness, Bush speaks of sensing a “Third Awakening,” a needed renewal of faith. He speaks for himself, for his political friends and advisors. He speaks for the Republican Party, that gross and devilish perversion of conservatism. He speaks for the stable of declining, compromised Congressmen in both parties, who mutter over their stinking brew at their ungrateful constituents.
But he does not speak for the country. As Americans, we speak for ourselves. This country has stirred, and it is already moving into the light. We watch our government more closely then we have in decades, and we believe almost to a person, that if a politician’s lips are moving, he or she is lying. Our awakening has been slow and uncomfortable, but it has indeed begun. We have come to realize we borrow and buy much but make and retain little. We understand now that we own an expensive oversized military that can literally do nothing to defend or protect us. We hear never-ending talk of freedom, but we see each day more constraints on our freedoms – of speech, movement, association, ownership, choice, and economic productivity.
George W. Bush is a lonely, frightened, declining little man, obsessed with image and power, living out the early stages of a public shunning. It will get much worse, and he knows it. He needs a stiff drink and a trusted friend, and he has easy access to neither.
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