This is NOT MINE, I was reading my daily run of blogs and I found this... it is great!!!
http://www.first-draft.com/2009/01/may-the-road-rise-to-meet-you-in-the-face-you-treasonous-son-of-a-bitch.htmlAs you ride off into the sunset of whatever life is left to you, I find myself wishing many things. I wish, for example, that I believed in the afterlife described by my childhood priests, so that I could imagine the orderlies in Hell preparing you a bed. Which would be chained to the wall by the way, and you chained to it, as a hurricane bore down upon you.
I wish I believed in the courage of Congressional Democrats to investigate and prosecute the wrongs you directed be done in America's name.
I wish I thought we'd figured this out, and would be smarter the next time some shallow snake-oil salesman comes by to tell us government sucks and we should elect him so he can prove it.
I wish I could cling to some notion of cosmic justice that would give you yours threefold back again, so that at least you wouldn't get to stand around and smirk that once again, you lazy, fratty asshole, you've gotten away with something.
Most of all, though, I wish you had been a better president. I wish you had done the job well. Contrary to the arguments made by your defenders, I didn't root for you to fail. I never did. I greeted your installment by the Supreme Court with exhaustion and resignation, and your first few months in office with general skepticism, but I never thought, "Boy, I hope he just falls on his face and kills a lot of people and wrecks our economy and blows holes in the sand for five years." I thought, "Maybe it'll be okay. Maybe it won't be so bad."
And when 9/11 happened I said to myself and those around me, Democrats all, "Well, let's see what he does now." My life has not been devoid of stories about unlikely heroes arising from feckless halfwit princelings, so I was prepared for that to happen. Hopeful, even. Who doesn't want everything to be okay? Who doesn't recognize that you being a terrible failure would hurt us far more than it would hurt you?
I wish you had done the job. I wish you had found and tried and executed Osama bin Laden, and rebuilt Afghanistan the way we should have decades ago. I wish you had given us real security, not this dance of removing our shoes and putting lotion in a baggie. I wish you had told us to conserve and sacrifice, not spend and eat. I wish you had listened to those in the armed forces and those in Congress and those on the street when they said, don't invade Iraq. I wish you had listened to Iraqis, afterwards, when they said, help us stop the looting and violence.
I wish you had listened to the Gulf Coast's people when they called out for help. I wish you had listened to the sick and their doctors when they asked you to grant research to cure their disesases. I wish you had listened to women when we said, we value our autonomy.
I wish you had listened to us all when we said we are more than this, we are better than this, ask us and there's nothing we won't give you. I wish you had had faith in us equal to that which we placed in you. And I wish you had been worthy of what we wanted from you, and from ourselves.
I wish you had done and been all of this, but you didn't and you weren't, and so what we're left with are the memories of the dead, the horrors of the living, with boarded-up houses and empty streets, a place so broken we barely recognize it anymore. It's hard to imagine punishment fitting for that. It's hard, having wished all this for you, to wish anything more, but I do:
May you live a life of quiet contemplation of every single one of your failures. May you live a life hemmed in by those you hurt, in a cell physical or otherwise, papered with the faces of your dead. May you be sheltered from the rain of rotten tomatoes and sour heads of cabbage by a small, broken umbrella. May you be gnawed upon by the hunger you fostered in the poor, chilled by the cold from which you refused to shield the homeless, beset by the illnesses you refused to help cure, subjected to the indignities you inflicted upon others.
May your life be long, and healthy, and full of everything you gave to America and the world. May you come to know exactly who you are. May you come to recognize the face in the mirror each morning.
May it give to you a fraction of the nightmares you deserve.
No love at all,
A.
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