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Mr. Bush, Go Cheney Yourself!
By Larisa Alexandrovna
We have no leadership, no captain at the helm as it were. We are, in effect, being led from disaster to disaster by a headless horseman run amok with stuffed pockets and an empty conscience.
SUSPENDING HIGHER GROUND
On September 11, 2001, The Vacationing and un-elected President of this country was tooling around on his holiday and even making time to fit in a little PR in Florida too.
Later it was the "bring it on" hubris of a boy-king, who had spent his entire life doing absolutely nothing of value, now deciding the fate of thousands upon thousands of people.
Still later, it was a Veruca Salt-like tantrum of "I want it now Daddy, I WANT IT NOW!" demanding of either Rummy or Cheney that he get his golden- egg- laying Goose.
Now this dim-witted and loathed bully of a child still sits on his beach blanket while his toy soldiers are sent to kill "his" toy victims. "Daddy, I WANT IT NOW!"
Daddy VP Delivers:
So what happens when, once again, our leadership is sun-bathing and there is a national emergency? What happens when children are drowning in attics while others are burning in the sun on Cajun hot roofs? What happens to a great city like New Orleans when funding for emergency spending has been cut so that "toys can kill toys?"
What happens when the entire military and emergency resources of a nation – the ones not yet outsourced to Project Lying Bastards – are tied up in simulations of being prepared for emergencies, and by being tied up are not prepared at all?
Just a few of these simulations listed below, taking place over the last few weeks, have tied up all of our resources that are otherwise needed for a catastrophe like Katrina that is unfolding before our eyes:
Alaska, also here
Town Hall Set, Roll Camera:
So while children are drowning and others are floating around, dead in the water, the wannabe Yale cowboy struts around the set of his faux town hall meetings, has a bit of cake with John McCain, and takes in some fresh air in Colorado.
Dick? Where is Dick? Anyone?
Condi? Rummy? Any other Iran-Contra Folks?
Bueller? Bueller? Anyone?
So where does that leave us, the citizens of this raped, pillaged, terrorized, demoralized, freedom loving nation?
Floating face down, eyes affixed on a once great New Orleans!
Screw you and the horse you rode in on:
I am more afraid of my leadership than I am of the looming “terrorist