Git Along, Little Bushie

The occupier of the White House gave his final State of the Union address and is now tantalizingly close to retirement, where he can ride around the Crawford "ranch," crashing his bicycle instead of the economy, whacking weeds instead of people. This fake cowboy and his fraudulent administration have pistol-whipped the American public for so long that his final efforts to fleece us sound somewhat ordinary, like a song sung so often that the lyrics relate a lilting logic, no matter the words spoken.

He's back to peddling permanent tax cuts, this time because the economy is in crisis. Eight years earlier, it was the same agenda when the economy was cruising. Boom or bust, mission accomplished or mission amiss, the song remains the same: "We must attack Iraq or they will blow us to tarrrrrrr-nation!" The WMD threat was as thin as his resume, but behind it was the ever-implicit: "It wuz them A-rabs whut attacked us, boys ... let's git out and strang up some A-rabs!" Who cares that Iraq had no link to 9/11? The cross-eyed cowboy wrung every iota of wrath and racism from his preposterous posse of Fox News fanatics, Limbaugh loyalists and congressional cowards, and the military lynch mob - the sheep in wolves' clothing - flocked to Iraq to flatten it.

The paranoid premonitions of this presidential impostor perpetually percolate through the propagandistic press. Now it's Iran in the crosshairs, with an equally flimsy excuse for aggression. It is startling to watch this insane sheriff stay "on message," tickling his hair-trigger on the way out of town.

He and his forgettable predecessor bring out the cowboy bard in me:

Ohhhhhhhhhhh, your deeds plant the seeds of a song:

Slick Wilie sold out for a thong.

Bush provoked the wrong war

Clinton poked the wrong whore

Now you both best be gittin' along.

These twenty long years (maybe more)

With a Clinton or Bush at the fore

Mean that people, though free,

Still prefer monarchy -

Keeping power in check's just a chore.

Original, but Anonymous