The Bushoviki have jumped the shark

Oh. My. Holy. God.

I literally can't believe my eyes. I have ascribed an awful lot of slimy, evil, nasty, rotten things to the Shrubbery on this blog, and even more in conversations with friends, opponents, and occasionally even shouting at the television or the radio. But in my wildest dreams, I never once believed they could stoop this low:

CRAWFORD, United States (AFP) - US President George W. Bush seized on a foiled London airline bomb plot to hammer unnamed critics he accused of having all but forgotten the September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks.

Weighed down by the unpopular war in Iraq, Bush and his aides have tried to shift the national political debate from that conflict to the broader and more popular global war on terrorism ahead of November 7 congressional elections.

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But Bush's Republicans hoped the raid would yield political gains.

"I'd rather be talking about this than all of the other things that Congress hasn't done well," one Republican congressional aide told AFP on condition of anonymity because of possible reprisals.

"Weeks before September 11th, this is going to play big," said another White House official, who also spoke on condition of not being named, adding that some Democratic candidates won't "look as appealing" under the circumstances.

Where the hell do I begin deconstructing this steaming pile of runny dogshit? How about with Commander Codpiece's risible charge in that first sentence. For the Boy Who Would Be King to castigate anybody on the issue of having forgotten the events of 11 September 2001 would be one of the best jokes of the 21st century if it weren't such a fucking tragedy. The only time Bush seems to care about Osama bin Missin' is when he can use him as a convenient scarecrow to keep a few of his wingnut base from straying too far off the range, or else as a handy boogeyman to frighten the American electorate into voting against its better interests yet again.

Let's warm up the Wayback Machine and pay a little visit to some historical facts. (You should try it sometime, Georgie. Really, it's not gonna rot your brain, no matter what Unca Karl and Unca Dick tell you.) Here's the Decider-in-Chief on 13 September 2001:

The most important thing is for us to find Osama bin Laden. It is our number one priority and we will not rest until we find him.

And here's George the Unready a mere six months later, on 13 March 2002:

I don't know where bin Laden is. I have no idea and really don't care. It's not that important. It's not our priority.

And another one from that same day:

I am truly not that concerned about him.

Don't you dare to presume to lecture me about having forgotten what happened on September 11th, you empty-headed animal food-trough wiper! I've known sheep that could outwit you. I've worn dresses with higher IQs. And one of the main reasons each and every one of us in the Democratic Party is so pissed off at you about your fucking Iraq war is not because we hate America or want to undermine our national security. No, we just want to know why you keep insisting on doing so in such a big way. Because we all understand that Iraq had not the first fucking thing to do with what happened in New York and Washington and Pennsylvania that horrible day nearly five years ago. But we're the only ones in this country who seem to remember that salient fact, because all you and your attack poodles have been doing ever since is trying to make a connection between Saddam Hussein and the terrorists, and berating anybody who dares to tell you that your evidence isn't worth a plugged nickel, and your conclusions don't follow from your stated premises.

And you'd better fucking hope your spinmeisters can get the national conversations away from the ginormous pile of galactic fuck-ups you've committed in the six years you and your minions have been running this formerly great nation into the ground. Otherwise, your buddies are going down in 10 weeks' time, and I don't mean in a good way. You're going to lose so big, you'll be looking at the wilderness years between Barry Goldwater's presidential campaign and Ronald Reagan's first term and thinking "Those were the good old days." And you can forget about getting an invitation to the White House for the next couple of decades, too.

But it's that last bit that's got the steam boiling out of my ears. By the Vaporous Balls of the Holy Spirit, how many times have the Republicans accused our side of trying to play politics with September 11? (Worse, how many times have they not only done it themselves, but gotten away with it cold?) And yet they have the gall to claim that's what we're doing now, even as they attempt to make as much political hay from today's events as they possibly can? If this were a Greek tragedy, I wouldn't want to have to stand terribly close to any of the Republican leadership for the next little while, lest I get singed by an errant thunderbolt. Arrogance and ignorance on this scale are a textbook case of ὕβρις.

I hope and pray that today is to the Shrubbery and everything it represents what Joseph Welch's words were to another fearmongering pseudo-conservative, half a century ago. Welch was the attorney for the U.S. Army who uttered the famous ringing rebuke to Joseph McCarthy:

Have you no sense of decency, sir? At long last, have you left no sense of decency?

I can only conclude from the closing paragraphs of that AFP story that the Bushoviki do not. There does not appear to be any principle they will not piss on, any bargain they will not break, any treaty they will not terminate if it is not to their liking. There is no ideal, no moral precept, no civil right nor constitutional mandate they will not abrogate, abandon, or ignore--as long as doing so brings them more power or permits them to hold on to what power they have just a little bit longer. These people are venal, amoral, power-mad, and plain stone dumb. All of those traits rolled into one package constitute a pretty good working definition of the word "evil" in my book: and I will no longer hesitate about applying that adjective to the Shrubbery and its members.

This is a dark day in American history. God grant we shall not have to endure the darkness for much longer. Now, my progressive brethren and sistren, let's get off our duffs and make that happen!

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