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"Bin Laden is wanted, dead or alive," Bush spoke no longer than four years ago. Round 'em up. Tie 'em up. Gig 'em.
"Bring 'em on," the wild west sheriff taunted two years later, following his white knighted ride into Baghdad and the ensuing insurgency thereafter.
Bush speaks like he walks - with swagger and unchecked confidence. Bush answers journalists who call attention to his failings in Iraq with disdainful laughter, at times laughing over the comment that 1700 American soldiers have died. That's bad politics for a man so confident.
Here's more: "We're taking the fight to the terrorists so the terrorists don't fight us at home," he said in a recent interview on the British network ITN.
But George, as I sit here this evening reviewing headlines of 40 dead and hundreds wounded in the worst attack on London since World War Two, may I be the first to mention to you that "that dog don't hunt?"
Taking the fight to the terrorists? It sounds like more swagger to me.
I'll call it the Dark Days of America. Yes, the Dark Days (my tongue firmly pressed into my cheek). The days before 9/11/01 when America dwelt in the dark about terrorist threat. We donned pleather, soaked in Beck, checked our 401K's and overall felt pretty good.
At least that's what we were supposed to believe. Like Little Red Riding Hood stopped suddenly by the Big Bad Wolf, we're supposed to think that the Terror Attacks of 2001 are the dawn of a new era. A call for war. Of blasting the enemy with heavy artillery. Of an overt "War on Terror."
Yet terrorism has been woven within the framework of our world for decades. Underneath, underground, only to rear its head for the few notable times terrorists actually achieved some success.
The Achille Lauro hijacking in 1986. The downing of Pan Am Flight 103 over Lockerbie, Scotland, in 1988. The first bombings of the World Trade Center in 1993 and the attack on the USS Cole in the waning months of 2000.
Pay attention to those years. Are we to believe there wasn't a "War on Terror" then? Were we sitting idly by until finally (whew) we woke up on the morning of September 11, 2001?
Hardly. Underneath the feet of innocent citizens the real war on terror raged, and had been raging for many years before 2001. Yet the war didn't contain bombs nor tanks nor heavy artillery. It entailed phone calls, espionage, and intelligence. The real war on terror - the one we should be concentrating on now - has been a covert war that we have fought all along.
The reasons for a covert war are simple. Terrorists are powerless, and for a cornucopia of reasons, attempt to gain power by attacking the powerful. They plan secretly, conspiring to act quietly. This is the battleground on which they fight. Hence, this is the battleground on which we should fight as well. Bringing it out in the open only exposes one's hand to the enemy.
Yet Bush decided an overt war was needed. For reasons that have shifted as often as his swaggering hips, Bush has claimed that invading Iraq makes America safer. Bush, the Gambler, hasn't learned the true benefit of keeping one's cards to himself.
Yet he has, and now 1700 dead Americans later, he still doesn't understand how shaking the bee's nest that is the Middle East is getting everyone stung. Potential terrorists can see us kill their brethren and that is making them rather upset. They watch us destroy Arab buildings, dehumanize Arabs in revolting prisoner photos, and kills thousands of innocents. Nothing can embolden terrorists more than what Bush is doing currently.
Now London is suffering from the results of this shameful operation. George, your overt War on Terror is failing.
Go ahead, George, ask the Brits. As they now are reeling from today's tragedy, recall the many decades they dealt with their own homeland terror - that of the IRA. Never had the British government taken the dismantling of these terrorists above ground. Typically it was a covert affair. Secret. Effective. And not too long ago, followed by aggressive peace talks.
Besides, England never invaded France to aleve the problem, now, did they?
When will you ever learn, George?
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