The Horror!

The Horror! The Horror!
Are the words that keep running through my mind since hearing and seeing the half-wit in Vietnam. I can't imagine anyone, even those in the White House, who are not ashamed of this cretin. As with, but nothing like, Kurtz, we are in a realm beyond language, beyond comprehension.

That's the subject line and e-mail message that arrived from an old friend last Sunday night, as the Emperor Boy George wrapped up his visit to Hanoi, but only after having himself photographed under a bust of Ho Chi Minh. Ho must have taken grim satisfaction from that one, but Mao must have howled in anguish and delight upon hearing the Bushy proclaim, while in Hanoi trying to justify Baghdad, that 'history has a long march." It is axiomatic by now that the Bushy doesn't live in "a reality-based" world; rather, he creates his own reality by unleashing the full power and lethality of the U.S. military on smaller nations, in order to force democracy on them. That's the Bushy version of another Maoism: "Revolution comes from the barrel of a gun."

So Bush is channeling Mao and Ho while conducting a dirty war in Iraq, using the U. S. Constitution and Bill of Rights as toilet paper, calling his opponents traitors or worse, presiding over the torture of prisoners, who are denied every fundamental human right. He has bankrupted the country, brought shame and dishonor upon us all. His performance has no precedent in U.S. history for sheer brutal incompetence--same can be said for the Congress that enabled him. The county has repudiated him, yet he persists, like the plague. Unless Nancy Pelosi is a brilliant and lucky strategist, who can get the House and Senate to remove Bushy and Cheney, the only prospect of reining them in, but especially the Emperor Boy George, before they do more damage lies with Poppy George H.W. Bush and James Baker, the family consigliere. Laius rises from the dead. Even the classics that define our culture are shredded, perverted, turned upside down and inside out, their viscera strewn along the roadside, like the victims of Bushy's dirty war.

The Horror, indeed!

[Note: All politics being local, I've found myself in a battle against a Monstrosity. See Save Mid-Beach, Save Miami Beach, my other blog.]