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Fright set in yesterday after watching Bush for about fifteen minutes. Protecting America, Day Three, dateline West Virginia. The only thing that kept my chin from the floor was the remote which mercifully had an OFF button. Usually, after a Bush speech, I blurt out a few salty words then send a some emails or sign a couple of petitions. Yesterday was different. It was like watching an unstable clown arrive to put out my neighbor`s house fire.
All I could think about was some fake hero movie, where the star dives into the water and seconds later surfaces with a barracuda in his teeth. Not a scratch on him, just a dead barracuda. Look Ma, no blood. Real crowd pleaser.
When a well-practiced swagger and a phony Texan drawl helps morph war talk into a comedy routine, it`s time to worry. When a crowd responds with a standing ovation because Bush tells them a few new Iraqi schools are a more genuine picture of war than thousands of dead and maimed people, it`s time to cry.
I shudder to think what Protecting America, Speech #4 will bring. Probably more rapturous attention gone haywire.
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