History will ultimately confirm what we on DailyKos already know: George W. Bush’s presidency is the worst within any of our lifetimes, perhaps in the life of this country. I suspect Dubya knows this at some level, and I imagine he doesn’t really care. Never a man of vision, nor of passion, nor of responsibility, he seems to have simply feigned executive roles in much the same way he faked his way through his life - that of the spoiled and reckless son of a rich oil baron.
But what if he does care? What if, somewhere deep down inside himself, he feels really BAD about his pathetic POTUS performance, and he longs to end it on a high note? What if he dreams of a d’enouemental legacy, one that is part coup de main, part perfidy, part abreaction?
If so, I have a suggestion for him. . .
Here is an opportunity that I truly hope George "Dubya" Bush will carefully consider: telling the world the truth about his presidency, and the real powers manipulating it. Help us understand the incredibly senseless decisions he made as having been foist upon him by his neocon commanders. Let us see his seeming obliviousness as a powerlessness imposed upon him by his calloused keepers.
Here is are some excerpts from the kind of soul-searching book I’d love to see him write:
In search of a legacy of which I can be proud of, I am concluded that it can't be the story of my disastrous presidency. I trashed our economy, screwed with our personal freedoms, alienarieed the media, ruined our rep in the world, and made a Alamo-style mess of things. At least, that's how the history books will say about me. Unless I tell the whole story and let everybody know what my presidency was about, and what it never was about. What it was never about was me being ‘Commander-in-Chief.’ I'll remind you that I'm reminded that one of the things important about history is to remember the true history. And that’s what this is.
What no one seems to get is, I decided back in 2001 that just because I called myself "The Decider," it doesn't mean I'm really deciding something. So, who is the deciders? Like, if I were you, that's what I'd ask me. And the answer is, I had a whole lot of bosses. So, true is I was workin’ for Kristy and Perlee and brother Bandar Bush and Mulvy and Raymond, and they had Big Time Quasimodo and Turd Blossum tellin’ me what to do and what to say, along with Tiny and Corndog. That’s why Quasimodo was always in there when I had to talk to Congress, and when I had to talk to all those committees about 9-11.
I use to tell these people who were my bosses that I was not very happy with all the stuff they were making me do and say, and that I couldn’t figure it out why nobody in the government or the press could figure it out. And they said I’d be long gone before some smart person ever figures out what happened inside the Oval Office.
Because nobody seemed to have figured out that the government of this country is really the CEO’s and shareholder’s of the big corporations of the world. They are the government of nearly all the countries in this world. They rule the world, and pretend to answer to the government’s, but they really is the government. Big oil, big war machines, big money, big drugs. They rule. They set up the elections to pick the people they want to make the faces and voices of the government, and they make sure they get voted for. If they don’t, no problem, they own all the computer’s, too. So I’m really just a puppet for the folks who control me, and they work the script that the big corporations give them.
Maybe Dubya can find redemption this way. . .