While I hate to admit it, not everything bad that happens is actually George W. Bush's fault. In fact, based upon what I know about him--that he doesn't read anything, he's bored by policy, and that he's lazy and delegates almost all actual work to other people--probably remarkably little is his fault.
We can blame him. But, come on, be honest. Not even Republicans really think he's running the country. Even they wouldn't keep on voting for him if they thought he was.
That'd just be nuts. Just courting disaster.
But it does seem like an inordinate amount of bad things happen in George Bush's America. If "malaise" summed up Jimmy Carter's administration, then "Dude, that's fucked up" sums up the Bush administration.
Yes, there's been election fraud, and war, and the looting of our national treasury, and the illegal outing of CIA covert operatives. There's been cronyism, and war profiteering, and the erosion of civil rights.
There have been many horrors. Some large, like the above. But there have also been smaller horrors, which, while probably coincidental, still suck and still happened under Bush's watch. And if Bill Clinton can be held responsible for Vince Foster's death, then George Bush can be held responsible for:
a) the death of Joe Strummer;
b) Penn State going 3-9;
c) the new Star Wars movies and The Lord Of The Rings; and
d) a car hitting my house.
Sure, I know Bush didn't have anything to do with these events. But then Republicans knew that Bill Clinton didn't have anything to do with the collapse of the Madison Guarantee Savings and Loan. But that didn't stop them from spending 70 million dollars on investigating it.
So, as Cheney would probably say, fuck 'em.
And all that's bad. But Bush went a little too far this week. Yesterday, I stopped at my local beer distributor and discovered to my personal horror that Rolling Rock beer no longer comes in returnable bar bottles.
No explanation. No argument. No warning. No hope of repeal.
People, when will our long national nightmare finally end?
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