I love the Holiday Season if for no other reason than the politicians are back home or cavorting in New Hampshire, mugging for the cameras and spouting empty platitudes. Mostly, they’re not in Washington, not dripping condescending venom, and not legislating anything. Bliss.
The next two years will be more of the same (Please note that I’m a notoriously bad predictor). There are so many presidential aspirants and sycophants that everyone is going to try to at least appear civilized. Screw the President? Not without looking like a pin-headed obstructionist. Scream and rant? Not unless the image of anti-gravitas wants to be put forth. Bail from Iraq and trumpet anti-troops messages? Invoke that political death-wish if one must.
Oh no, the next two years will overflow with displays of herculean restraint. Everyone is fixated on the Big Prize. The Dems are coming out early and burn, burn, burning through the populace’s five-minute attention span. The Republicans are wandering around like the lost bird in Are You My Mother? Will we get a back hoe as the nominee? Stay tuned.
While Bush displays weariness and strange enthusiasm for legislation no one wants, he has shown bursts of the long tall Texan that grates on the world so much. Thankfully, kinda. I hope he puts some of that spine into going the distance in Iraq. He has two years left. I’d be happy if he got out a box of those Sharpies he loves so much and vetoes every piece of legislation that walks across his desk. With the make-up of the Congress it’s bound to be bad stuff.
And screw this stupid legacy talk. I hated the navel gazing with Clinton and I don’t hate it less with Bush. Who gives a flip? It will be a good ten to twenty-five years before anyone has any perspective on this complicated time. And yes, count me as one of those people peeved at Bush’s spending like a shopaholic on a bender.
Hating Bush is de rigeur these days, but even Progressives (and pendulum swinging moderates) are going to have to come to terms with the world’s realities eventually. Or do they have some super secret special invisible shield to cover the whole country? I don’t know, Barack Obama just might.
H/T Instapundit
His ears could.
Mudflaps.
HATING BUSH IS A SIGN OF LEFTIST’S DEFEAT
The fundamental problem with the US left is that all movements are driven by two cognitions: the Vision and the Grievance. The Vision is a future ideal scenario (for US conservatives, this is full democracy, an unimpeded economy, and opportunity for all; for Islamists, it is the society as it was with Mohammed). The Grievance is a present-time, frustrating impediment to The Vision (For US conservatives, this might be the Georgian 17 yr old boy and 15 yr old girl who enjoyed oral sex, but he got 10 yrs. For Islamists, it might be the recent Dubai Film festival, with Muslim women wearing beautiful, revealing dresses). This Vision-Grievance template works for every movement from neo-nazis to boy scouts. The catastrophe for the US left has been the death of their Vision, the socialist paradise. They still have many grievances (Big Oil, economic inequities, inadequate welfare, etc), but without the Vision, they are defensive and hostile. The MSM, Cindy Sheehans, John Kerrys, etc., are angry because their life-long Vision is dead. Socialism failed, wherever it was implemented. The moral turpitude, the wobbly high-grounding, the aimless reasoning, the constant whining, betray the permanent lack of direction, the frustrated malaise of a dying political philosophy.
“My Obama”
(to the tune of “My Sharona” by The Knack.)
Oh your such a handsome one, handsome one,
when you gonna say your gonna run, Obama?
We all know you’re gonna run, gonna run,
got the Oval Office in mind, Obama?
Start in Iowa, when you win, money comes and
if you win again, the press will,
help you hide your dirt..
My my my i yi woo, Ba-Ba-Barack Obama….
But you’re gonna hafta deal, hafta deal,
with that witch named Hill-a-ry, Obama
Hopin’ that she doesn’t have, doesn’t have,
a copy of your FBI file Obama.
If she’s got the dirt, give it up, such a dirty witch, you can always run,
for the slot, on the underticket,
My my my i yi woo, Ba-Ba-Barack Obama,
Ba-Ba-Barack Obama….
Do you think that you could be, you could be,
really be Commander and Chief, Obama?
Is this your true destiny, destiny,
or are you just a flash in the pan, Obama?
Yea, you gotta a shot, come ‘08,
you could be the one, be the one,
that could win, win it all and,
My my my i yi woo, Ba-Ba-Barack Obama
Ba-Ba-Barack Obama, Ba-Ba-Barack Obama….
PVRWC: (Bows deeply in your direction several times)
This quote confuses me:
One would think that Dubya would have a light breakfast with daddy and ask him how that worked for him. *shudder*