Why I enjoyed Bush’s farewell address
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I’ll never forget Bush’s first speech as president—the inaugural address that brought a nightmarish conclusion to the 2000 recount clusterfuck. My daughter was two years old then, toddling around the living room in diapers as her dad and I, numb with horror and disbelief, watched Bush deliver the coup de grace to Election 2000.
Bush said something particularly offensive—inappropriately injected religion into the speech or something—and my two middle fingers rose of their own accord.
“Don’t do that,” Mr. Cracker admonished, gesturing toward the baby. “You won’t like it if she picks that up and flips off your mom.”
“I can’t help it,” I replied. “Bush just triggers this involuntary reflex, you know?”
And for the next eight years, he would continue to do so. It’s depressing to recall that even as angry, sad and sick with dread as we were while watching Bush’s first inaugural address, we had no idea what horrors the next eight years would unleash. No. Idea.
Last night, eight infinitely angrier, sadder and more dreadful years later, Bush addressed us for the last time as president, and of course, I involuntarily flipped the rotten bastard off multiple times. I thought about the fact that my now-fifth grader has never known a presidency that her parents didn’t hold in maximum contempt, does not remember a time when her country wasn’t bogged down in two wars and when the specter of terrorism wasn’t routinely wielded to sway elections, abridge essential liberties at home and commit heinous war crimes abroad. This shit is normal to her.
But despite the fact that national prosperity and national ruin form the bookends of Bush’s disastrous presidency, I enjoyed last night’s speech a whole lot more than his first. And not just because it was a farewell speech.
See, I have this vindictive streak about a mile wide, and it’s not enough for me that Bush is simply leaving. I want him to pay for what he’s done. I know he’ll never be held accountable in the way he deserves—no trip to The Hague awaits. It pisses me off; however, I accept that reality. But goddamn it, I at least want him to know he’s a gigantic failure. But until last night, it appeared Bush would skate off into the sunset with his delusions intact, secure in the knowledge that history would vindicate him.
Last night, I saw something different—a dawning realization in Bush. He was still offering the same lame excuses and self-puffery. He was still pretending that his only faults were to love America too much and to have such a gigantic set of balls that he didn’t fear to spurn popular opinion in favor of doing what he thought was right.
But last night, I could see that even he didn’t really believe that shit. And it all started to make sense. After all, swaggering bullies of that type typically offer such platitudes, but they don’t really believe them. The reason they become swaggering bullies in the first place is to provoke reactions in others that aggrandize themselves. They may see all the other inhabitants of the planet as bit players in the grand drama in which they star, but they desperately need that audience to fill the hollow place where a non-sociopath’s soul, conscience, etc., would reside.
During last night’s speech, despite the defensiveness and bravado, the mask slipped and exposed the small, petty failure that is George W. Bush. And he knows it. He knows the real reason his old man blubbers every time he gets near a microphone is shame. He knows the reason his brother Jeb won’t run for the senate in Florida is because of the infamy he, George W. Bush, has attached to their family name.
Of course, like any sociopath, Bush won’t own his part in the disaster he made; he is incapable of blaming himself and will believe himself ill-appreciated until the day he dies. But he can see that his audience—all the insignificant not-George W. Bushes who form the population of earth and exist solely to provide foils and color to his personal drama—are not impressed. And it troubles him. It looks like that will have to be enough.
[Cross-posted at Betty Cracker]
Posted by Betty Cracker on 01/16/09 at 09:54 AM • Permalink
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