Welcome to my hanging
PHILADELPHIA, Dec. 6 (UPI) – President George Bush was presented a gold medal Saturday at the unveiling of his portrait at the Union League of Philadelphia.
“Welcome to my hanging,” the president joked to the crowd upon his arrival.</em>
Oh if only this were true.
“hanging”
Imagine the sense of cleansing, of renewal, of true, actual hope this nation would experience if the crimes of George Bush and his henchmen were judged in open court, verdict passed, and their bodies hung from the neck. This country- this world- needs the catharsis that such an experience would bring, to free itself of its shame, its myopia, its deadly hubris. We need to understand how close to the edge of abyss we truly stand, how close we are to losing it all.
But we have no stomach for that. Being American means never using your rear view mirrors. The past is past. While a small, saddening faction of the nation will actually miss our worst president as he goes, most of the rest of the planet is simply holding its breath, watching the countdown clocks slowly- far, far too slowly- tick away the remaining days of our communal sentence. Bush will never be judged in any form that the masses will ever see or understand. Our sycophantic media are donning heavy duty kneepads to bow in front of our despicable tyrant to gulp down his last vile spurts of revisionist history- his “legacy”.
Titled “Speech Topper on the Bush Record,” the talking points state that Bush “kept the American people safe” after the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks, lifted the economy after 2001 through tax cuts, curbed AIDS in Africa and maintained “the honor and the dignity of his office.”
Was it honor- or dignity- that you were maintaining in 2004 with this?
A slide showed Mr Bush in the Oval office, leaning to look under a piece of furniture. “Those weapons of mass destruction have got to be here somewhere,” he told the audience, drawing applause.
Or perhaps this extremely dignified bit of collateral damage from your grotesque display of indifference called Katrina?
“floater”
You strut and preen, crowing “I’d like to be a president [known] as somebody who liberated 50 million people and helped achieve peace,”
Certainly you’d like to be known as that- but only the most deluded of fools see it that way. The rest of us see this:
“hooded-prisoner-abu-ghraib”
That is your dignity. That is what’s left of America’s honor.
Does this child look liberated?
“girl”
Only to a madman.
Only the madman who waged war on innocents while letting the guilty go free, who wrecked our economy, who debased and scoffed at the very principles that made our nation free, only such a madman would dare trumpet his legacy. It will be years before we truly know just how deeply you crippled our nation, what dark deals you and Cheney and your buttboy Rove have left to explode at some date in our uncertain future. My children’s children will never understand, because they never lived through it, what a horrible and dark time you brought to us. You’ll be a picture in a history text, followed by passionless words that won’t begin to describe your utter contempt for the country you supposedly serve.
But to those of us who were here- who read, who watched, who cared– we say this.
Erect high walls on Daria Place. Because unless you are a complete sociopath, you know what you deserve.
