January 11, 2007
No New Strategies, Same Old Insanity
Keith Olbermann did a lovely pre-speech summary last night. And then we listened to our President, standing up in the library, rather than sitting behind his desk in the Oval Office, which was a bad sign according to David Kuo who should know.
Then The Man took the podium and made it clear that he IS the decider. Not only does he decide issues for our country, he decides what's real.
I guess he slept through class when they talked about hubris as a fatal flaw: Aristotle's definition as follows:
to cause shame to the victim
not in order that anything may happen to you, nor because anything has
happened to you, but merely for your own gratification. Hubris is not the
requital of past injuries; this is revenge. As for the pleasure in hubris, its
cause is this: men think that by ill-treating others they make their own
superiority the greater.
He must have missed the warning about worshiping gold too, (where was that anyway?) as well as the fact that freedom fighters usually fight FOR their country, IN their country, against invaders. Freedom fighting does not mean picking fights across continents where you might be mistaken for an invader. Although it may seem like Bush isn't listening to anyone, it looks like he's listening to his personal GOD, a
fig newton of his demented mind.
Bob Cesna thinks he must have been high.
I think he needs neuropsychological testing, if not for sociopathy, for Wernicke's/ Korsakoffs syndrome. In psychiatry, when people are judged to be a danger to themselves or others, they can be legally committed to a mental institution for further evaluation. This man has just put 20,000 (at the very least) men and women in grave danger. I think that counts.
It's time to set the limit and impeach the arrogant bastard.
How about if we all buy tasers. -- but perhaps that's entering into the area of perpetration.
Hopefully, he'll hang himself by his own petard, the question is how many soldiers and Iraqis he will take with him..
Photo note: While driving through town, I caught the fire department raising the flag over the church steeple. They had to use their ladder truck, because all their able-bodied personnel have been surged. For metaphorophotographic purposes, I'm fortunate to live in a town that starts with a W.
Posted by Dakota at January 11, 2007 01:21 PM