Ah, poor Goober, the Bush baby
Published by drfaustroll under Invective, Pataphysics, Phlakes, Poopadoodle, Sedition
December 30, 2008
At first I thought the headlines I was seeing about how the First Idiot never recovered from Katrina indicated that he actually had the intelligence to realize what a terrible job he had done and that the realization of his monumental incompetence and disregard for human life on his own continent had brought him to an understanding where he asked forgiveness of his God.
That misperception did not in me engender a sense of calm, considering that any God this fuckwad was in touch with no doubt made Tony Soprano look like the right hand man to Pope George Ringo.
As it turns out, the stories behind the headlines indicate that Bush never recovered from the bad press and ill-will he earned from refusing to budge from his routine vacation schedule as the entire world watched poor people in New Orleans get kiboshed not only by nature but also double-penned by the Department of Vaterland Insekurity and FEMA Director Mikey Brownie, the Arabian horse guy who did such a heck of job, according to Mad Goober Fubar the Decider.
Former insiders who contributed to the Vanity Fair Little Oral Annie special edition of what it means to have survived eight years of malignant incompetence, suggest that the administration response to Hurricane Katrina was the tipping point, where even brain-dead Americans were forced to open their eyes and use their limited brain capacity to consider the possibility that this man was not worthy of serving as a boot-scrubber at the door to a remote cabin in the Gifford Pinchot National Forest.
Think about the concept of a tipping point in terms of George Dubya Bush. It makes me think of drunken butthole surfing frat boys pushing cows over in the fields around Crawlforward, Texas, where the local folks would probably be happy to hear the asshat is planning to move to a book depository in Dallas, across the street from the grassy knoll.
Another thing that pisses me off during this joyous season is how at this late stage anyone can suggest that up until the sorry ass administration response to Katrina no one suspected what a bunch of fucktards was managing the First Idiot’s grueling vacation schedule. Katrina was not the first major catastrophe that Bush and his little neocondi rice and beaner buddies managed to mishandle to the point of malfeasance without the liberal media so much as raising a questioning eyebrow.
Anyone recall the Presidential Daily Briefing from August 6, 2001, which Fubar was too busy clearing brush for a photo-op to read? You know, the one about al Qaeda being about to fly a bunch of planes into buildings less 40 days later? The one that Condoleeza Rice later testified was unimportant because its title was something like Osama bin Laden plans to fly passenger planes into the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, and a secret Pennsylvania biological weapons lab on September 11, 2001?
I’ll let slide all the treaties abrogated by the slimeball and his galloping gravy train of market force greedheads and fast forward through the never-ending vacation of Bushmania to the Christmas prior to Katrina when the asshat finally emerged from the Cindy Sheehan seige to announce that the country was contributing $35 million dollars to aid the victims of the Indonesian tsunami catastrophe already estimated to total more than $4 billion. What a man, George!
But what can you say? Indonesian poor people, even hundreds of thousands of them bloated and floating in the aftermath, are still not Americans, you know? So the liberal media let the administration get away with its typical amoral incompetence, and the American people waited for the bowl games. Some of them sent contributions to phony charities set up by Bernie Madoff, who continued to make off with everything that wasn’t nailed down until just recently.
Back then, the same stupid wad of fecal detritus had already authorized the use of torture, the suspension of civil and human rights around the globe as well as at home, approved disinformation disseminated about Jessica Lynch and Pat Tillman, and yet the major miscalculation made by his administration was that his handlers really thought no one would care if a bunch of poor people in New Orleans drowned because he had a prior commitment for a Labor Day barbecue.
Somebody should grab the neck of Matthew Dowd and smash his face into a coffee table for suggesting that Katrina was the first instance where the “president broke his bond with the public. Once that bond was broken, he no longer had the capacity to talk to the American public. State of the Union addresses? It didn’t matter. Legislative initiatives? It didn’t matter. P.R.? It didn’t matter. Travel? It didn’t matter.”
The president never had a bond with the public. He had a megaphone. He had aides. He had a worshipful and pussy-whipped liberal media. He had a nation of miserable fucks (NOMF™) who loved to be ruled by idiots. That’s the American Way. Fuck yeah!
I also find the suggestion by Lawrence “Crazy Larry” Wilkerson that Bush’s election foretold the coming of Sarah Palin to be disingenuous. Crazy Larry was a top aide to the First Idiot and later the chief of staff to Secretary of State Colin Powell, the guy that sold the NOMF on the necessity of invading Iraq by holding up a vial of talcum powder at the U.N. You think Crazy Larry might have given a shit about the country and tried to protect it from one of the most ignorant and malignant developmentally disabled leaders the world has ever known, but no.
Instead, Wilkerson did his job, like all good Nazis, and today he can say something as glib and banal as this: “It allowed everybody to believe that this Sarah Palin-like president — because, let’s face it, that’s what he was — was going to be protected by this national-security elite, tested in the cauldrons of fire.” Well, as the Church Lady used to say, isn’t that special?
I particularly like this Wilkerson quote, describing how vice president in hiding Lon Cheney came to run the government for the past eight years without ever having to run for office: “He became vice president well before George Bush picked him. And he began to manipulate things from that point on, knowing that he was going to be able to convince this guy to pick him, knowing that he was then going to be able to wade into the vacuums that existed around George Bush — personality vacuum, character vacuum, details vacuum, experience vacuum.”
Everyone knows that nature loves a vacuum. Apparently poopadoodle loves it even more.
If Katrina was anything, it was the moment where a couple of journalists found the courage to do what they are supposed to do and point out that the new clothes The Decider was wearing were not that new at all.