Yesterday I ate lunch, as I often do, at the College of Wooster. They have a little eatery called Mom’s, which has pretty good food at an affordable price. Plus high speed internet for free if I still have time after my lunch break.
As I ate I became aware of the TV in the corner. It was broadcasting live coverage of the opening ceremonies for the George W Bush Presidential Library. There were all five living presidents and a host of bigshots of both parties, and lots of patriotic speechifying and musical numbers.
I felt like puking.
This man left a trail of carnage and chaos. If there were any justice he and his cronies – or should I say “handlers”- would be in jail. Cheney, Rumsfeld, Rowe, Wolfowitz, Pearle, and the rest of them set out to establish a Pax Americana and left two broken countries and a nation in economic collapse. The pundits who foresaw Iraqis greeting American troops with flowers, who told us the war would be a “cakewalk” still rake in the big bucks for their opinions. Mr Bush paints crappy canvases of his feet and rejoices at the birth of his first grandchild. I wonder if it ever occurs to him that he is responsible for the deaths of God knows how many grandchildren of Afghans and Iraqis.
And where was Mr Obama, the herald of a new day? Right there, grinning. If there were any doubt at this late hour that he represents continuity, not change, that should have dispelled it once and for all.
It called for the little kid in the story of The Emperor’s New Clothes crying “But he is naked!”
Lord, have mercy.
Meditate, if you will, on the “art” of our former president: