Farewell GWB

[Crewleader]

by Jim Kunstler

A prankish fate put George W. Bush in the oval office to keep America stupid. The nation was far from ready to see where it was going in the 21st century, and he was just the figure to keep it that way, with his void of curiosity, his allergy to reading, and his panderings to wealth-worshipping, Ponzi-loving, science-hating Jesus cultists. He goes out of office broadly regarded as an object of horror and loathing while the nation, now facing wholesale bankruptcy, struggles to imagine a plausible future, like someone who has just awakened from a cheap red wine drunk into the grip of a vicious hangover.

GWB was reputed to be an appealing personality off-camera, relaxed among his cohorts, full of fun, warmth, jokes, and nicknames. He was not quite as bad on-stage as his critics complained -- his natural obtuseness sometimes came off as candor -- but he was programmed by handlers with a range of poor locutions that eventually amounted to a world-view. For instance, the idiotic "war on terror," which served mainly to portray our adversaries as abstractions. His insistence on the term "victory" when speaking of our situation in Iraq actually fooled even his worst critics into thinking we were engaged in a "war," when for years it has been more accurately an awkward and lethal occupation.

I never believed that GWB actually tricked the nation on the "weapons of mass destruction" rationale for invading Iraq. Rather, the nation fooled itself into thinking that the war, in the first place, was anything but an act of vengeance for the gross injury of 9/11. After a couple of years, the public adopted the stupid narrative that they were "lied to," rather than recognizing the difficult truth that 9/11 had to be answered with lethal force, that international hostilities are far from wholly rational, and that Saddam Hussein got whacked because he was the Arab head-of-state who was the best candidate for getting whacked. A nation in thrall to psychotherapy, and self-esteem building programs, and the "win-win" bullshit of business Babbitry, couldn't imagine a tragic dilemma when one was staring them in the face.

http://jameshowardkunstler.typepad.com/clusterfuck_nation/2009/01/farewell-gwb.html

[drmeow]

1. Not "farewell" - which literally means

get along well. I have no interest in that piece of s**t getting along well.

[silverojo]

5. I say: Fare POORLY, GWB

May you fuck up everything in your own life just as royally as you did for everybody else in this world.

[drmeow]

10. Hear, hear!

Although I might actually go as far as to say, "Fare DISASTROUSLY"

[opihimoimoi]

2. The POS will leave soon enough....his droppings are a horrible mess to clean up

The cost in blood/treasure high enough to cause pain to the Masses....

Bush will be making excuses for his tenure in office lacking positive results.....it has been bad for 8 years...

I hope he lives long enough to see 857669869798 shoes come flying in his general direction at 8475868697911092843 miles a second

[Art_from_Ark]

3. Will Rogers once said

"We say it's not a war, and they say it's not a war. So there-- it's not a war... Of course, the people getting shot at say it's the closest thing they've ever seen to a war..."

[woodsong100]

4. Good riddance!

January 20th won't be here soon enough for me!

[WaukeshaDem]

6. Bye bye Bushie

I feel like I've been waiting for this day forever!

[Citizen Number 9]

7. The fact that people will go out of their way to

post expressions of hate sorta makes me ill.

Best to just look forward to how you can help the New Administration scrub away the stains of the last 8 years.

Hate is not the way.



I do have to point out that even a red wine hangover only lasts a day, maybe two......

[tosh]

8. This is no red wine hangover,

not even a shooter hangover.

This is massive destruction, a man-made Cat 5 hurricane that's left a continent-wide path around the globe.

The creators have earned my contempt.

[Citizen Number 9]

9. Excuse me, but I beg to differ

A red wine hangover is much worse than a shooter hangover.

[tosh]

11. Beam-Me-Up Scotties, anyone?