Bush and Boortz, or how the chickenhawks strut
Like nearly everyone in the civilized world, TTP suffers mightily from Bush Fatigue. We’ve heard so many outrageous, stupid, incorrect and blatantly false dribblings come emerging from his smirking lips like an odorous fog of nonsense that at this late date, little of what our little King says registers. Same is true of Atlanta’s resident hate radio thug, Neal Boortz. Pre-9/11 he was a marginally entertaining, informative libertarian, but since the big bad brown people attacked him, his once thinly veiled racism and misogyny have flourished in the dank ground of fear that must permeate his mind.
Ignoring them is generally fine, but once in a while, they unleash such a whopper that comment must be made. This week both men tested the gag reflexes of the world by thrusting their K-mart codpieces of manliness into the public discourse, by attempting to show solidarity with our armed forces.
Bush Expresses Desire To Serve In Iraq, Except ‘I’m Too Old’ And Terrorists ‘Would Notice Me’
The Washington Post’s Dan Froomkin highlights comments made recently by President Bush to a group of military bloggers. Blogger “N.Z. Bear” reported that Bush told the group he wishes he could be serving in Iraq – except that he’s too old:
Responding to one of the bloggers in Iraq he expressed envy that they could be there, and said he’d like to be there but “One, I’m too old to be out there, and two, they would notice me.”</em>
Hillary Clinton calls General Petraeus a liar? No real shocker there. This woman has never felt anything for our military except pure disdain. Remember, she’s the one who had Marines in their dress blues serving canapés at the White House. When she’s sworn in members of our military around the globe are going to sigh, hang their heads, shrug their shoulders, wonder what in the hell is wrong with the American voters … and then go out there and do their job as best they can.
Just so we all are playing on the same field, lets make sure the following point is noted:
These men both had occasion to serve when their country called them- and they both ran. Like babies from loud noises they ran, filling their diapers with piss- and it’s all still there, sloshing around, reminding them of their cowardly, country-betraying lack of spine.
Chickhawks. Cowards. Contemptible pricks who no more understand the sacrifice of a soldier than they do childbirth. It’s alien to them- because they ran away when called.
There really is no more to say about these “men”. Their deeds- or rather, the lack of them- makes hollow their words.