Oh, come on! Who does he think he's kidding?
Waking up this morning and reading the news that "President" Bush traveled to Iraq for Thanksgiving with the troops was enough to make me want to vomit up the amazing meal I ate yesterday. I saw a bit of footage of it, and I think he spoke, but I didn't bother to turn up the volume. What was he going to say? "See, Iraq isn't nearly as dangerous as the newsmedia would have you think?"
I suppose we should just be glad that he didn't try and quote FDR: "We have nothing to fear but fear itself" has way too many syllables for him not to mangle it beyond recognition.
Having the Moron-In-Chief in Iraq yesterday and back in the U.S. today is a slap in the face to every poor sonovabitch in uniform still stuck back there. "Thanks for fighting and dying, troops! Maybe at Christmas we'll send Charo!" If Bush can haul his idiot ass to Iraq, then we can haul some soldiers home to spend time with their families...permanently.
But of course, the charge ahead for controlling the Middle East remains unabated. Our friends and loved ones continue to die on a daily basis. And Bush sat at his Texas ranch today in his little cocoon of safety, not giving a flying fuck about the deaths being charged to his soul, because he thinks God is talking to him (through Dick Cheney and Karl Rove, no doubt).
So while I had one of the best Thanksgivings of my life yesterday, one that will stay with me for life, I can't put the plight of my fellow Americans aside. So I continue to pray for their safe and speedy return, and hope that the end of the Bush Administration draws nigh a year from now. There's been enough death, thanks.