Oh yeah, I have a dream.
Now, with this here Cray-On, I write to say that I was the Decider, and my deciding was the decisive deciding....
I think I should indicate why I am here. It was the Iraqis who, after we liberated them to be the good Christians that they always wanted to be, showed us ingratitude. How ungrateful. We made their country like the land of the free. Which is America. And so they showed us ingratitude. And then President Clinton pushed John Conyers in as UN Secretary General. And my buddy Bill backstabbed me too. No one was grateful. So they arrested me EN ROOT to my PRO-PERRR-TEE in PAIR-UH-GWAY....
Now I could not wait to invade Iraq. I did not decide to wait. Waiting was not the Decider's decision. So it was decided. You may well ask: why direct action? Isn't negotiation a better path? But we could not wait....
Now I must express my disappointment with the white moderate. We did what we had to decide to keep the white moderate where we needed him. A fine Republican, his wife too. We lowered his taxes, and left no child of his behind. And so when we struck back at Iraq for destroying the World Trade Center while concealing the Weapons of Mass Destruction. Which they had. From West Africa. Blair said so. You know Blair. But the white moderate. He got confused and voted Democrat, even though we made it clear that was not to happen....
Now, what is the difference between the two? How does one determine whether a law is just or unjust? A just law is a man-made code that squares with the moral law or the law of God. What Scalia says. An unjust law is a code that is out of harmony with God's law. So when they said I could not invade, that was unjust. When they said I could not wiretap or open the mail, that was unjust. God told me so, and I did his will. And in Guantanamo. They are terrorists, of course they are not humans. If they were humans, we would not need protection from them. But God's will is what I do. So it is just....
I have been so greatly disappointed with the white church and its leadership. Of course, there are some notable exceptions. Pat has stood by me, and says that everyone living here in Amsterdam will be destroyed. By fire, like Sodom and Gomorrah. Which pleases me. They have hookers here, and some is homosexual. So when this city is destroyed, this jail will be destroyed. Which is unjust, and opposes freedom. So I will return then, to America....
I have traveled the length and breadth of Alabama, Mississippi and all the other southern states. On sweltering summer days and crisp autumn mornings I have looked at the South's beautiful churches with their lofty spires pointing heavenward. Trent was with me, until he got into trouble with the colored. I can use that word now, won't be politically incorrect. But that's God's country, and that's why I will be free....
It is true that the police have exercised a degree of discipline in handing the demonstrators. We had our people supervising them. Handled them damn straight. Congress said we needed warrants, which I had the duty to ignore as Commander in Chief. Jefferson may have gotten warrants for wiretaps like Gonzales said, but we don't need them as Commander in Chief. So we put the bugs to stop the terrorists. We knew that terrorists would pretend to blend in. Some of them would try to fake being a college student. And commit sin, by getting fornicated. So we had to put the bugs in the tampons of those sorority sisters, though I don't like talking about it. Dick handled that....
As T. S. Eliot has said: "The last temptation is the greatest treason: To do the right deed for the wrong reason." Abu Ghraib was a mistake. I mean, we didn't need all the photos. Christ, Nixon didn't record when he took care of tough business, why do we? Damn camera phones. Wrong reason....
Never before have I written so long a letter. I'm afraid it is much too long to take my precious time. I can assure you that it would have been much shorter if I had been writing from a comfortable desk. I am just glad I brought my crayon.
Intended with greatest respect to the memory of great man, and the bitterest contempt for a lesser one.