The Temple of Bush

By Capt. Fogg

I just can’t read the papers any more. What’s the point of life if you can’t spend Sunday morning by the pool with the paper and a cup of coffee without being enraged, depressed, and nauseated before the second bite of that toasted bagel?

The A section of today’s Palm Beach Post hit the recycle bin after the first paragraph of the first front-page article which announced to us that the rising incidence of drive-by shootings in the really bad neighborhoods of Palm Beach County result not from gangs and poverty and inadequate enforcement but from cheap (at $750) readily obtainable (after a background check with the sheriff and a three day wait) replicas of AK-47’s that look like real AK-47’s but are not any more “deadly” than grandpa’s hunting rifle. Guns are only “designed to maim and kill” screams the article, although, somehow, liberalized gun laws have accompanied lower crime rates in nearly every other part of the state. Maybe a shot of Bailey’s would do nicely with that coffee.

So let’s get down to the good old Sunday Comics. I usually turn to Doonesbury to start with, but no, it’s about that half a billion dollars (think about how many scholarships that could provide) that will be wasted on building the George W. Bush Fake Presidential Library. If it were a real presidential library, it would contain the papers of a real president, not just the selected documents deemed likely not to be embarrassing or proof of felonious misuse of presidential powers by someone who got into office using rigged elections. But of course this half-billion-dollar shrine will be protected from housing dirty laundry since the Bastard Prince signed Executive Order 13233 back in 2001 that allows a president to block the release of anything he wants from the reign of Reagan forward and has successfully kept “activist Judges” from doing anything about it.

Half a billion dollars to build a propaganda shrine -- just the sort of thing you’d expect from some European dictator from the middle of the last century. But he’s the decision maker and he’s decided that even though the law once mandated that presidential papers belonged to the American People, the American People were no longer worthy and the presidential “library” is the president’s property and the names of the donors secret and that’s that.

Maybe a valium or two with that coffee wouldn’t hurt and, wouldn’t you know, it looks like it’s going to rain. The hell with it. I’m going back to bed until it all blows over.

(Cross-posted at Human Voices.)