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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They say that Vietnam haunted LBJ until the day he died, which would indicate he left office with at least part of his soul. I wish I could believe the same with W, but that would imply he had one.

Sitting across the pond when G.W. got in for the first time, we watched with mounting horror as neocon after neocon from Reagan and Bushdaddy’s regimes crawled back out of the woodwork and proceeded to carve up the US and the world and sculpt it in their image.

We’d rejoiced and hoped we’d seen the back of them when Clinton got in, and had gotten used to at least the semblance of a little more US civility on the world stage (though Madeleine Albright’s encapsulation of the estimated 500,000 lives lost in the long-term bombing of Iraq as “a price worth paying” encapsulated a lot that kept me and Mrs. yetanotherfreakingbrit busy and demonstrating during that era, though a lot less so than in Bush Snr’s reign).

I was active on music-making forums at the time (if you think things have been rough online during the election, you’ve seen NOTHING compared to the guerrilla fighting on such venues about even minor issues), and recall intoning to the younger members there that G.W. was mere window-dressing - the crooks and monsters were now charge again and it was going to be a bumpy ride. Introducing young minds to the realities of the likes of Richard Perle and the menace of the PNAC was an emotional experience all round.

It’s one I’m hoping I don’t have to repeat in my life.

the mask slipped and exposed the small, petty failure that is George W. Bush.

He was only a failure in the PR sense for the Bush Gang. But they are used to bouncing back from bad publicity, they had a felon in the family after they pulled the Savings and Loan swindle, and of course, Poppy got a little of that splashed on himself, since that larceny cost the US taxpayers more than World War II adjusted for inflation.

And George I’s father, Prescott was busted for trading with the NAZIs during World War II, but let off with a wrist slap.


George II may seem like an epic fail to someone who gives a shit about the US, but you assume far too much.

The Bush Crime Family made at least a fort knox haul on the $3.50 gasoline price bubble ALONE!! Then the war profiteering, their corporate schilling wasn’t free, rollback everything, and the transfer of wealth to the rich through bank fronts going on right now!!

Make no mistake about it, there has never been a Bush nor a Harriman as successful and profitable to their syndicate as the ‘W’ and his aw shucks buffoon act.

They have pulled some high crimes and misdameanors over the last century, but they have never made as much money, or wielded as much power as they have in the last eight years.

These criminals are now on a par, or close to it, with the old money Virginia mobs and actual power behind the empire and global extortion rackets.

At least a force to be reckoned.

Bush II’s presidency is fail to the population, and the Republic, those are, however, just peripheral details. He is all win where it counts for his interests, and his Gangs.

The memory of the American sheep is so dysfunctional, this will have no bearing on a Jeb run in 2012, after they sufficiently batter Obama with their echo machines for 8 years.

It’s not like the Bushs got caught consorting with Nazis or anything

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Hey Betty,whenever George I croaks,let’s get together and have a play date for some drinking Lego-os and grave dancing, my youngest is 10 and my fourteen year old doesn’t even hate me yet.

During last night’s speech, despite the defensiveness and bravado, the mask slipped and exposed the small, petty failure that is George W. Bush.

I was out and missed most of it, except what I saw on Rachel later, but I got the same impression from the press conference that he gave a couple of days ago.

I think a lot of his realization this late in the game that he screwed up so much is because his handlers are no longer there screening him from reality.  For so long every time he spoke in public the audience was relentlessly scrubbed of anyone who might make any protest or give any dissent.

Everyone around him were “yes men” and toadies or, like Rove and Cheney, telling him what to do.  He never had any honest feedback in almost eight years.  But over the last year or so that’s been pulled back and now he’s like a bad actor at the end of the play with the lights off, squinting out into the audience and realizing everyone left long ago.

I’d love to see Bush tried and jailed for war crimes, illegal surveillance, everything he’s guilty of, but I’m a realist and it’s not going to happen.  Seeing him fade into obscurity and unimportance will be good too.

Betty, I hope W. knows it. I think a part of him, well-walled off, knows it. But I agree with Scooter: as far as his crony-capitalist friends are concerned, W. is the shining beacon of everything a president ought to be. He let them loot the country beyond all imagining,and he let them play with all the neatest war toys (except that big one; maybe some other Christmas).

His profiteering friends will surround him in a deluxe protective cushion, and bide their time while Jeb “rebrands” himself for the third part of the Trilogy.

The old man’s tears of shame, or at least mortification, are dried on a hankie finely worked by half-blind orphans, held by the claw of his wife, who never “ruined my beautiful mind” regretting any of it.

They should have never bought him the country. Personally, I blame the mother.

Wasn’t it great though that his speech was overshadowed by the story of a plane crashing into the Hudson river?

All the news channels were covering that instead of him.

I wonder what was going through the news people’s minds?

“Which disaster should we cover? Bush, or the plane crash?”

The horror of the Bush adminstration for me was how it was a cumulative disaster. With every new rip in the Constitution, with every new law rammed through the Senate and House, with every sneer and inappropriate smirk Bush gave, I felt a wave of nausea. I was terrified. I thought that surely THAT last act was the worst this administration could do.

But sadly, the lies, cheating, and deception kept piling on. Eight years, thousands of lives lost, our country’s bosses selling out for money and power. Cheney’s sneer, Bush’s smirk, the endless line of Republican thugs like Rove and Frist and all of the yammering fools like O’Reilly and Limbaugh: these are the images I have from this disaster.

And the images of the drowing victims of Katrina, the homeless, the coffins of soldiers from all sides, the endlessness of it all. I am almost afraid for Obama, who will have this all fall upon him while the self-righteous Right will continue to sneer about his idealism.

So when I watched that miserable excuse for a man giving his mealy-mouthed farewell, I simply shut him off. What a terrible, terrible man.

It could only have been better if—in the instant after he uttered the final syllable of his address—someone in the audience had stood up and yelled, “Let’s get him!”

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