WMD Again?
Echoing his statements made a year ago for waging a war on Iraq, George W. Bush today was once again talking about weapons of mass destruction that do not exist. He is using billions of taxpayer’s dollars to build himself a platform from which to say, “You know I am right. I am right. I am so right. I am! I am!!!!”
This is just another stoopid ploy for attention which is digging him into an even bigger hole, and proving once again that he is innately and genetically incapable of admitting that he is the idiot that he is. Of course there is the possibility that he has no idea how dumb he is, in which case, we are fucked.
Unbeknownst to us, we have been launched in to a suicide mission. We might as well fall right into the face of the sun. He is readying his re-election campaign on the fight against terrorism - when really, we are dealing with the fight against errorism. This fool has fingered the wrong people, the wrong countries, the wrong everything and everyone, and by doing so, risked the lives of thousands of American children. Don’t you think the soldiers are too fresh out of their high school yearbook pictures to be over there fighting for no reason?
He has been wrong headed with every decision he has brought forth from the Oval Office that they should call it the Obtuse Office because he be so dumb that the room changed shape. The walls buckle inward with every statement he makes, as if to try to eject him from the seat of Commander in Chief.
The famous ghosts who haunt the White House gather to gossip about him in the Red Room night after night. Mary Todd Lincoln keeps opening up the windows and doors in hopes that Dubya will just fall out, which actually scares me because then Dick Cheney would be in charge and what would you rather have, Dumb or Evil? I guess I would go with Dumb, but you know, it is just a revisit to that old question, “Is the Presidential Office half full or half empty?” Dolly Madison wails high pitched screams in the dark corridors to upset his slumber, but of course Dubya doesn’t notice. He just snores, sawing logs all night because you know he is so stupid he probably has sleep apnea and breathes through his mouth. JFK walks the ceilings, pacing back and forth, wondering whether the nation will ever be returned to itself.
Is it a democracy anymore? Is there hope anymore? What is the fucking point of this Return To WMD? Has the sequel already been shot and ready for release for Summer ‘04? Are we waiting in line for days in advance so we can be the first to witness our own self immolation as a country? Is there even fucking going to be an America the Beautiful after this reign of error? Are we talking prequel, sequel, epilogue? It seems like just one thing to me. A eulogy.