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Wednesday, December 17, 2003

Bush really needs to control his blood lust 

So I'm walking to my WiFi hotspot in Philly when I spot the Inky headline through the window in the newspaper box:

Bush: Hussein deserves to die

Wow! 24 hours ago, Bush was going to try Saddam before a tribunal that would "withstand international scrutiny." Today, he knows not only what the verdict, but the penalty should be.

Why the sudden turnabout? It's obvious that Bush simply can't control his emotions.

Bush wants to kill, and what he wants, he gets (divine guidance and all that).

Think this over the top? In fact, we've always half-known that Bush is a killer—but maybe, because of our all-too-American willingness to give others the benefit of the doubt, we've not faced facts squarely.

Think! What about the photos and bios of terrorists kept in a drawer in the Oval Office? One imagines Bush taking them out, at night, and fantasizing... Something it's not easy to think of Reagan doing, or even Nixon, let alone FDR. What kind of a man is Bush?

Think! What about Alberto Gonzales pimping 56 easy kills for Bush in Texas, detailed in The Texas Clemency Memos? What kind of a man signs a death warrant on the basis of "the most cursory briefings"?

Think! What about Bush mocking condemned Christian prisoner Karla Faye Tucker, pursing his lips while saying "Please don't kill me?" What kind of a man jokes like this to a national reporter?

Think! What would you do if your neighbor's child did things like put "firecrackers in the frogs and throw them and blow them up"? (Kristoff, in the Times, now archived behind the green door, quoting childhood Bush friend Terry Throckmorton). You'd try to get that child treatment. Or move away from that family. What kind of a child would do that? What kind of a family would allow him to?

You just have to hear Bush spit "killers" to recognize a classic case of winger projection.

Think! This is the man with whom we have to deal. Beneath the affability, beneath the veneer of "My Utmost to His Highest": a small man, dressed in Floridian "borrow'd robes", desperate to live up to his idolized father, deeply aware that he isn't up to the job and for that very reason all the more vicious to those who oppose him; still at heart the child who likes to "put firecrackers in [living things] and throw them and blow them up," but now the head of the world's most powerful country and licensed to indulge his lust on the grounds of national security... .


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