Such is the banality of harm.
And it stands between us and reality. It throws down a wall between the American people and the acknowledgement of our actions. Between consequences and accountability.
The Bush Dry Drunk Pathology — the Bush Ideological Supremacy — the Bush Messenger Of God Complex – all these hallmarks of unsophistication — they are not of this world. George Bush has no sympathy for reality; he’s intolerant of it, he rejects it, like an evangelical rejects a homosexual. Reality is something that happens so far outside his belief system, it doesn’t affect him.
Bush stands firm, because he stands on his head. And so he stands in the way of America adapting to changing circumstances. He positions himself between us and an intelligent debate about the issues. Like a fierce midget-martinet, he towers between us and any sophistication. Like a fat rock, he stands steadfast between America and its destiny.
Where does that leave our nation? Pretty much nowhere. If we have the President we deserve, what can we say: that we deserve very little?
Do we? Goddamn it, America is not this unsophisticated. Or are we? This man we have as our President, he might never come to his senses — but will we? The answer, my friend, is still blowing in the wind. The answer might arrive as a howling tempest on November 7, when our nation goes to the polls to tick an OK next to the fantasies of the past – or to cross out the past and insert the future.
Let’s see what choice we make. Let’s see if, as a nation, we’re at least more sophisticated — and less dangerous — than George Bush.