Whose On First?
Hanoi Jane crawled out of the wood once again beating her anti-war drum. For some it is like a bad dream or having a Post Traumatic Stress Disorder flashback. Gosh, who invited her? Come to think of it, probably no one. She didn't need an invitation the last time either; just sort of elbowed her way around.
Though it's not likely that HJ is going to turn the President's head as the Bring Our Troops Home icon, she is standing among many this time, right along with Cindy Sheehan who long ago determined to offer her pain to us for breakfast, lunch, and supper.
Americans are unhappy about the war as well as other things. Mr. President recently reiterated that he doesn't intend to be swayed by us, the public, or the Congress. Says he's our boss.
The President's boss concept is inverted. We, The People are the boss.
The difference in the two perceptions is not minor. His is a core level fatal flaw at which reasoning and analysis occur. The United States does not exist to serve the public servant. Rather, the public servant's purpose is to serve our country.
Bush's tail-wagging-the-dog mindset was destined to produce chaos in a country whose solid, unwavering foundation is anchored in, by and through notions of freedom. The President has always tripped over constitutional principles and viewed them as mere nuisances which needed to be extinguished. Thus, with ease he secretly created his domestic spying program. When caught, he decked it out in anti-terrorism garb. J. Egar Hoover would be in awe of the President's use of fear to disguise the culprit of greater fear.
While himself out of harms way, Mr. President pointed many Americans toward a box which lacked a viable escape hatch. To them, it no longer matters what label might be put on his actions.
Our people are dying. Three thousand and sixty-five as of January 29, 2007 according to the U.S. Department of Defense. Three thousand and sixty-five of America's finest who will never again celebrate the 4th of July. Three thousand and sixty-five whose permanent absence will be forever mourned by parents, siblings, spouses, children and grandchildren. 3,065. Three thousand sixty-four and three thousand sixty-five drew their final breath while this article was in the process of being written. It's real-time dying.
The President reluctantly gave some lip service about miscalculations that got us into war and it looks like for the last several years We, The People might just as well have been riding around in a big, pink bus with orange flowers painted on the sides, holding our breath while our driver sped through red lights, turned corners without slowing, and yelled "Trust me! Trust me!"
There is a hole in the dike. While Pelosi proposed to plug it by sticking someone's finger in it while some sound policy was made, Bush centered himself inside every federal agency last week by signing an executive order which makes himself the hands-on chief overseer. Execution of that Presidential Order should make for some real life Keystone Kops adventures. Have the popcorn ready.
Not only has HJ brought back more than a few raw memories, so has Scooter. Watch for testimony arising from Libby's perjury trial. It promises to be enlightening about what goes on in the President's inner circle. Oh, we have been down this yellow brick road before -- and again. The "I Am Just A Poor Fall Guy" defense is a might worn out in that circle, but it sells so much better than the "Oh? Was I supposed To Be Legally Responsible To The Public?" defense, which of course is not a defense at all but an admission of power arrogance.
Libby may not have to worry about his voting rights for much longer, but the 2008 Presidential election campaign trail is beginning to look something like the 1889 Oklahoma land rush where fifty thousand men rushed from the start line, grabbed a piece of a two million acre land grant, then called it their American dream. Unlike the Oklahoma race, there is only one prize available for a President hopeful.
All racing aside, American Idol judges could have had a field day full of cruel fun with Hillary's recent singing debut, albeit inadvertent on her part. It can't be debated with a straight face that Hillary won't be winning a grammy for her note tones. But during her vocal she wore her heart on her sleeve and it illuminated patriotic sincerity.
© Coninc., TheDownsideUp.Com 2007
Though it's not likely that HJ is going to turn the President's head as the Bring Our Troops Home icon, she is standing among many this time, right along with Cindy Sheehan who long ago determined to offer her pain to us for breakfast, lunch, and supper.
Americans are unhappy about the war as well as other things. Mr. President recently reiterated that he doesn't intend to be swayed by us, the public, or the Congress. Says he's our boss.
The President's boss concept is inverted. We, The People are the boss.
The difference in the two perceptions is not minor. His is a core level fatal flaw at which reasoning and analysis occur. The United States does not exist to serve the public servant. Rather, the public servant's purpose is to serve our country.
Bush's tail-wagging-the-dog mindset was destined to produce chaos in a country whose solid, unwavering foundation is anchored in, by and through notions of freedom. The President has always tripped over constitutional principles and viewed them as mere nuisances which needed to be extinguished. Thus, with ease he secretly created his domestic spying program. When caught, he decked it out in anti-terrorism garb. J. Egar Hoover would be in awe of the President's use of fear to disguise the culprit of greater fear.
While himself out of harms way, Mr. President pointed many Americans toward a box which lacked a viable escape hatch. To them, it no longer matters what label might be put on his actions.
Our people are dying. Three thousand and sixty-five as of January 29, 2007 according to the U.S. Department of Defense. Three thousand and sixty-five of America's finest who will never again celebrate the 4th of July. Three thousand and sixty-five whose permanent absence will be forever mourned by parents, siblings, spouses, children and grandchildren. 3,065. Three thousand sixty-four and three thousand sixty-five drew their final breath while this article was in the process of being written. It's real-time dying.
The President reluctantly gave some lip service about miscalculations that got us into war and it looks like for the last several years We, The People might just as well have been riding around in a big, pink bus with orange flowers painted on the sides, holding our breath while our driver sped through red lights, turned corners without slowing, and yelled "Trust me! Trust me!"
There is a hole in the dike. While Pelosi proposed to plug it by sticking someone's finger in it while some sound policy was made, Bush centered himself inside every federal agency last week by signing an executive order which makes himself the hands-on chief overseer. Execution of that Presidential Order should make for some real life Keystone Kops adventures. Have the popcorn ready.
Not only has HJ brought back more than a few raw memories, so has Scooter. Watch for testimony arising from Libby's perjury trial. It promises to be enlightening about what goes on in the President's inner circle. Oh, we have been down this yellow brick road before -- and again. The "I Am Just A Poor Fall Guy" defense is a might worn out in that circle, but it sells so much better than the "Oh? Was I supposed To Be Legally Responsible To The Public?" defense, which of course is not a defense at all but an admission of power arrogance.
Libby may not have to worry about his voting rights for much longer, but the 2008 Presidential election campaign trail is beginning to look something like the 1889 Oklahoma land rush where fifty thousand men rushed from the start line, grabbed a piece of a two million acre land grant, then called it their American dream. Unlike the Oklahoma race, there is only one prize available for a President hopeful.
All racing aside, American Idol judges could have had a field day full of cruel fun with Hillary's recent singing debut, albeit inadvertent on her part. It can't be debated with a straight face that Hillary won't be winning a grammy for her note tones. But during her vocal she wore her heart on her sleeve and it illuminated patriotic sincerity.
© Coninc., TheDownsideUp.Com 2007
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