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This was written by my good friend (whom I don’t hear from often enough),  Ben.  I’ve reposted it here in all it’s glory with his permission.

To: George W. Bush
From: Your Biggest Fan
Re: The Beginning of Your Unemployment

Greetings, Mr. Bush. I was sorry to hear about the passing of your cat, India. Eighteen years is a long time for a cat – my old neighbor has one that’s 20 and still going strong, if you can believe it – and I’m sure India had a comfortable, caring life with your family.

Before class today I ran into an old friend of mine. He’s around 25, and he’s also a soldier who recently rotated back from a tour in Fallujah. He just had a baby daughter, and he will be sent to Afghanistan before too much longer. He did his duty in Iraq, dealt his share of death and saw his friends die or be ripped to shreds right in front of him.

He was hollow in a lot of places that had been full before he went to Iraq. He was not the same person I’ve known since the age of eleven. But he was alive, and if he survives his upcoming Afghanistan tour, maybe he will get the chance to have a long, comfortable, caring life with his family, just like little India.

At present, my friend’s life is the polar opposite of comfortable, and he still has Kabul waiting for him just over the horizon. His life is the way it is because of you, Mr. Bush. You have been the single greatest influence upon his time in this world; you put him over there and hollowed him out, and because of you, it’s about to happen again. You were the single biggest influence upon the lives of every person he knew over there, every person he saw over there, and every person he killed over there.

It’s funny. I was thinking the other day about the footage of one of the first large-scale post-inauguration protests against you in Washington, DC. It was May of 2001, it was The Voter’s Rights March to Restore Democracy, and it was a few thousand people shouting down the unutterably ruinous Supreme Court decision which unleashed, just as we then feared, everything that has since come to pass. “Not my president!” they bellowed. “Not my president!”

It’s funny because that memory seems quaint to me now. A stolen election? Pffft. To paraphrase a different president, Americans get scarier stuff than that free with their breakfast cereal nowadays.

My All-Time-Hell-Yeah-Gold-Medal-Winning Top Five list of what you’ve done, in no particular order, and in my own humble opinion:

1. You were warned by the outgoing administration when you first took office. You were warned by the Russians. You were warned by the Israelis. You were warned by the Germans. You were warned in a memo given to you by your own National Security Adviser. You were warned by men like Richard Clarke. You were warned all those times that Osama bin Laden intended to strike the United States, and still the Towers came down.

(All those people working on that Legacy Project of yours should go back to bed, by the way; they are trying to salvage the unsalvageable. You protected us, they claim? Ha. You’re 0-1 on terrorism and 0-2 on war)

2. Less than a month after those Towers came down, a reporter asked what you thought we should do. “We need to counter the shockwave of the evildoer,” you replied, “by thinking about tax rebates.” I happened to be watching television and heard you say that live into a camera. The only reason I didn’t throw up on myself is because my teeth were clenched too tightly for the vomit to pass. I wrote down what you said and when you said it. It was October 4, 2001, just after nine in the morning. You’d like people to remember you standing on that pile of rubble in Manhattan with the bullhorn and the heroic pose. I, however, will always remember you pitching tax cuts to a devastated nation while a cloud of poison smoke still hung in the air over Ground Zero.

3. A few years later, you wanted hundreds of billions of dollars diverted into your war in Iraq. You took more than $70 billion out of the budget used to fund the repair and maintenance of the New Orleans levee system. Katrina struck soon after you took that money and poured it into the sand, and the levees failed for lack of funded upkeep. Through this, along with your disinterested disinclination to help your own countrymen in their hour of darkest need, you played the very last note for that amazing American city.

4. You let Antichrist Cheney do whatever the hell he wanted to whomever he wanted whenever and wherever he wanted, and be damned to the damned old Constitution anyway. Cheney once said the vice president’s office was not part of the same branch of government as the president’s office. Why? He didn’t want to give any of his official papers over to the National Archives, as mandated by at least two federal laws. Nope, he said, my office is in Congress today, sorry about that, but be sure to come on back after you fuck off. Or words to that effect. That’s about one zillionth of a percent of what he did, because you let him pick himself to be your boss.

5. Also, you defied lawfully issued subpoenas and potentially set a precedent that could shatter the separation of powers. You told the American people Iraq was in possession of 26,000 liters of anthrax, 38,000 liters of botulinum toxin, 500 tons – which is one million pounds – of sarin, mustard and VX nerve agent, 30,000 missiles to deliver the stuff, mobile biological weapons labs, al-Qaeda connections and uranium from Niger for use in a robust nuclear weapons program, even though all of that was a lie. You made a joking video about not being able to find any of it. You outed a deep-cover CIA agent who was running a network designed to keep weapons of mass destruction out of the hands of terrorists, and you did so because her ambassador husband told the truth about you for once.

You gave away our right to privacy by sending the NSA to spy on us. You turned us all into torturers and butchers in the eyes of the world with your decision to use Abu Ghraib prison the same way Saddam Hussein once did. You tried to appoint Henry Kissinger to lead the investigation into 9/11. You turned the entire Justice Department into a carnival of political hackery. You championed the economic policies and deregulation fantasies that have left the financial stability of millions in ashes. You used the threat of terrorism against your own people in order to give yourself political cover. You killed hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of people who did you nor us no harm.

You did all this, and so much more.

From a certain perspective, one could argue that you have been the most successful president the country has ever seen. Think about it, because according to your definition of “success,” it’s true. You came into office looking to make your friends richer, and to fulfill as best you could your most overriding personal belief: that government is the problem, so government must be damaged to the point of impotence. Through your tax cuts and your two vastly expensive bullshit wars, you made your friends rich. By unleashing Mr. Cheney and your other minions, you tore the Constitution to shreds and tatters. You have achieved both goals in smashing style, so from that certain perspective, you have triumphed.

Could you also, from the proper perspective, be considered our greatest president?

It will be in the best interests of many powerful people if we, as a nation, simply dismiss you and forget you ever happened. A lot of media people want us to forget you, because we would forget their vast complicity in your actions and misdeeds. A lot of rich people making new fortunes from war profiteering and defensecontracts want us to forget they even exist, as it would bepossible for them to do it all again someday. A lot of politicians who stapled themselves to you would simply adore it if we forgot about you. The Republican Party would be forever in our debt if we forgot about you.

No. We will not forget you. We will remember.

We the people are going to save you from oblivion. We will remember. You could be the president who doomed America, the worst president of all time, but we must not, will not let that happen. You will be remembered differently, because we will hold the memory of you high, and say, “Never again.” We’ve seen how fragile our government is when placed in the hands of low men such as you, and because of that, you will be remembered for all time.

Your greatness will be defined by how we rise to overcome what you’ve done. Your greatness will stand forever if we never, ever forget the bitter lessons you taught us. We are responsible for this republic, for our Constitution, and for each other. You nearly destroyed us, but here we stand, and we defy the place in history you would relegate us to.

Something like you must never again be allowed to happen to this country, and if we save ourselves by preventing it, your greatness is assured. You are the tallest of all possible warnings, and a promise all of us must keep. If we can damn you to the past, we will save our own future.

May you live forever, you pigfucking son of a bitch.

For anyone not paying attention to the news, see here for the latest political headline. Even if McCain wasn’t screwing his own campaign up, the nutbags around him would be taking care of it for him. Here is a comment from Olbermann about the wonderful Ashley Todd story.

Can the GOP boat sink any faster? Really?

I make no claim to be the author of this. I’m simply trying to spread it as I agree with the message contained herein. I do not know who wrote this as I found it posted anonymously elsewhere. 

The Republican party returned to power at the beginning of this decade thanks to a brilliantly innovative political hybrid represented in its most advanced form by the Bush-Cheney ticket — a high-tech engine of ruthless neocon capitalism wedded to a half-literate aristocrat dunce hiding his alcoholism in born-again Christian platitudes. Add corporate money to fundamentalist-Christian demographics in a country as dumb and superstitious as America, and you can vaporize a century’s worth of Al Gores and John Kerrys.

But the idea that John McCain is kicking off his trek to the White House by fleeing at top-end speed from the faltering Republican brand is the kind of absurdly facile misperception that only the American campaign press could swallow whole. The reality is that the once independent-thinking McCain has by now completely remade himself into a prototypical, dumbed-down Republican Party stooge — one who plans to rely on the same GOP strategy that has been winning elections ever since Pat Buchanan and Dick Nixon cooked up a plan for cleaving the South back in 1968. Rather than serving up the “straight talk” he promises, McCain is enthusiastically jumping aboard with every low-rent, fearmongering, cock-sucking presidential aspirant who’s ever traveled the Lee Atwater/William Safire highway.

It’s bunk, all of it, and nobody understands this better than John McCain. With his chameleonlike, whatever-gets-you-through-the-night ideology, McCain intends to use the same below-the-belt, commie-baiting, watermelon-waving smear tactics that Clinton used against Obama in the Democratic primaries, except at tenfold intensity. Once the victim of a classic racist smear job in backwoods South Carolina (where he was whipped in the 2000 primary after a Karl Rove whispering campaign suggested he had an illegitimate black daughter), McCain has now positioned himself on the business end of that same deal.

Like Hillary Clinton, an erstwhile vilified liberal who remade herself as a flag-waving, Sixties-bashing champion of “hardworking Americans, white Americans” once the remarkable candidacy of Barack Obama forced her off her old turf, the one-time “insurgent” McCain has finally decided to sail with the wind at his back by going dumb and courting the same talk-radio demographic that used to despise him. What enables him to do so is a key insight: that while George W. Bush may be unpopular as an individual, fear and hatred in this country have never gone out of style.

Only a few months ago, I was constantly running into Republicans at McCain events who had profound concerns about the Arizona senator’s “liberal” record. But these days I’m hard-pressed to find anyone on the trail who even remembers that McCain once supported Roe v. Wade, and opposed the Bush tax cuts, and compared the tortures at Abu Ghraib and Gitmo to the techniques of the Spanish Inquisition, and even heretically claimed that Mexican immigrants were “God’s children too.” When I ask Mary Morvant, a pro-life Christian, why she’s supporting McCain given his record on abortion, she gives a typical answer: “I’m much more concerned about Obama.”

McCain enters the general election in the form of a man who has jettisoned the last traces of his dangerous unorthodoxy just in time to be plausible in the role of the torchbearing leader of the anti-Obama mob, waving the flag and chanting, “One of us! One of us!” all the way through to November. He now favors making the Bush tax cuts permanent, he’s unblinkingly pro-life every time he remembers to mention abortion, and he’s given up bitching about torture. With his newfound opposition to his own attempts to reform immigration policy and campaign finance, McCain is perhaps the first candidate in history to stump against bills bearing his own name.

Break it down and this is basically the same old label game, with McCain trying to rally his crowds against all the major isms: terrorism, socialism, elitism, anti-Americanism. His crude attempts to paint Obama with these brushes are more or less the whole of his argument for the presidency. Obama is terrorist-coddler because he is “ready to talk in person with tyrants” like Ahmadinejad, he hates soldiers because he refused to condemn MoveOn’s “General Betray Us” ad, and he’s a socialist because he favors health-care reform — despite the fact that the Obama plan isn’t “socialized” medicine any more than the universal requirement to buy private auto insurance is socialism.

John McCain, defying the expectations of almost everyone who watched him last summer — myself included — rose from the political dead to wrap up the GOP nomination. He’s survived because Onward to Victory is the last great illusion the Republican Party has left to sell in this country, even to its own followers. They can’t sell fiscal responsibility, they can’t sell “values,” they can’t sell competence, they can’t sell small government, they can’t even sell the economy. All they have left to offer is this sad, dwindling, knee-jerk patriotism, a promise to keep selling world politics as a McHale’s Navy rerun to a Middle America that wants nothing to do with realizing the world has changed since 1946.

The lesson of the McCain campaign is that one should never underestimate America’s capacity for self-delusion. Balls-deep in one of the biggest foreign-policy catastrophes of all time, an arrogant military misadventure destined to make us infamous for a generation across a dozen cultures, minivan-driving suburban America is still waiting for Bill Holden to make it right by blowing up the Bridge on the River Kwai — and returning, tanned and handsome, to get the girl with a mouth full of cool one-liners.

McCain’s entire career has been dedicated to the idea that America must always have the right to solve its problems by force. Throughout his political career, he has argued for increased use of force in virtually every military engagement the U.S. has been involved in since Vietnam. He complained about Bill Clinton’s “excessively restricted air campaign” in Kosovo, campaigning strenuously for a ground invasion. During the 1994 flap over Pyongyang’s nuclear program, he called for “more forceful, coercive action.” Even before the latest Iraq War, McCain argued way back in 1999 that the only way to deal with Saddam Hussein was “to strike disproportionate to the provocation.”

The most frightening example of McCain’s fondness for force is on display in his own book, Faith of My Fathers, when he complains about the politicians who refused to allow pilots like him to attack, say, Soviet ships unloading arms in Vietnamese port cities. “We thought our civilian commanders were complete idiots,” he writes.

Bombing Soviet ships, of course, would probably have started World War III, but McCain’s vision, then and now, encompasses war as a way of life. There is significant evidence that McCain believes war is something righteous and necessary, a tonic for the national soul, intrinsically “noble” irrespective of context (he is still one of the only politicians to apply that word to the Iraq conflict). That is why it’s no joke when McCain says casually, “There’s gonna be other wars,” or when he sings, “Bomb bomb bomb, bomb bomb Iran.” We have to assume that he will jump at the chance to expand this conflict and hit those politically sensitive targets his “complete idiot” civilian commanders once barred him from going after in Vietnam.

Back in 1999, McCain concluded a speech at Phillips Exeter in New Hampshire by shouting, “Never again do we send our men and women to fight and die in foreign conflicts unless our goal is victory!” Which is interesting, because that is exactly — almost word for motherfucking word — how McCain ended his latest speeches on the campaign trail in Maryland and Virginia. In other words, John McCain knew his answer to the Iraq War mess before it even happened. For good measure, he insisted that “only military men like General Petraeus” have the right to say when soldiers will come home from Iraq — not, he added with a sneer, “some civilian running for president.” Nor, presumably, America’s civilian population, which is being asked to send its sons and daughters to kill and die in a faraway country.

No matter how moderate McCain seems on domestic issues, on the issue of war he’s stark raving mad. He’s a wounded, crusading Ahab, and civilian command and diplomatic restraint are his Great White Whale. If he gets put in charge of a Middle Eastern war that is easily widened, it’s whirlpool time for all of us.