An October Tragedy? June 30, 2008
Posted by glabwrites in 9/11, Barack Obama, Big Mike, Conspiracy Theories, Cubs, Dr. Strangelove, George W. Bush, Iran, Iraq, John McCain, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, Michael G. Glab, Neo-conservatives, New Yorker, Seymour Hersh, War Fever.2 comments
I’ve been moaning to everyone I know that my heart will be broken this fall when, after the Cubs reach the World Series for the first time in 63 years, they will be beaten by those no-good, dirty lousy schmucks from Tampa Bay, the Goddamned Rays.
Yeah, yeah. Funny and ironic, it’s a scenario that plays in nicely with any good Cubs fan’s dearly-held mystical narrative of catastrophe. But you know what? I’m even more afraid that this coming fall promises a far more real and serious heartbreak.
President Ahmadinejad inspects Iran’s bomb kitchen
Seymour Hersh in today’s New Yorker writes that US military special operations have already begun in Iran, laying the groundwork for the shoot-’em-up that’ll be Bushie Boy’s farewell gift to the world. The Bush administration came into office salivating for Iraq. After the events of September 11th, 2001, the gang decided to remake the entire Middle East. The neo-conservative wonk-bullies who made up Bush’s inner circle saw their mission as quite nearly divine – to conduct a modern Crusade to rein in rampant Moslem fundamentalism and make the world safe for oil billionaires.
Now, at the end of what is without a doubt the nation’s worst-ever presidency, Bush and his croaking toads seem to want to finish the job. The whole thing makes a lot of sense, if your moral position resembles that of Dr. Strangelove. Radical Moslem fundamentalists, we all agree, need to be, well, neutralized. The attacks of 9/11 were so fortuitous for the Bush gang’s long-range plans that conspiracy theorists couldn’t help but adding two and two and coming up with a gazillion. And with China and India suddenly becoming huge consumers of oil, it’s imperative that the Middle East’s black gunk be controlled by trusty fellows who pay more heed to the value of the American dollar than to the writings of the Koran. Finally, an impending war around election time favors the candidate who’s a decorated war veteran and not a martini-sipping wall-leaner.
Future candidates: McCain in uniform, Obama in the library.
I hope I’m wrong. I hope the worst thing that happens in October is a Tampa Bay rally from a three-games-to-one deficit to win the World Series over the Cubs. But this is George W. Bush we’re talking about. Expect the worst.
Big Mike
Coming This Fall: Red Alert! June 25, 2008
Posted by glabwrites in 9/11, Al Gore, Barack Obama, Big Mike, Charlie Black, Fox News, George W. Bush, John McCain, Michael G. Glab, Osama bin Laden, Terror Alerts, War Fever.3 comments
I haven’t thought about our country’s system of terrorism alerts in years.
See The Pretty Colors
Of course, I’m not the only one who has ignored the Bush administration’s attempt to keep us aware of all the madmen out there who want to destroy our good way of life and make it impossible for honest, hard-working oil speculators to ply their trade. But there’s little hard data indicating how high or low public awareness is of the color code system. I only know that Fox News, which at first gleefully displayed the current color level in it’s bottom-of-the-screen crawls 24 hours a day, no longer does so. If Fox isn’t publicizing a Bush initiative, it ain’t happening.
The system suddenly came back to mind today when I read Charlie Black’s recent comments about a possible terrorist attack in the US. Black, who’s a senior adviser to Sen. John McCain, told reporters that such an attack would help the Republican candidate in the presidential race, you see, because scared voters in such circumstances would prefer the rough and tough McCain to that marshmallow, Barack Obama.
How do we know Obama is soft? Karl Rove says so. Bushie boy’s former political strategist and saboteur had this to say about the Democratic presidential candidate: “Even if you never met him, you know this guy. He’s the guy at the country club with the beautiful date, holding a martini and a cigarette that stands against the wall and makes snide comments about everyone who passes by.” Sheesh! You want a guy like this protecting us against jihadists?
Even though McCain swore up and down that what Black said is a pack of lies, he has to know that his adviser was speaking the truth. If he weren’t why would Rove and other Republicans be spending so much time painting Obama as Neville Chamberlain, Vidkun Quisling, and Benedict Arnold all rolled into one?
Bush Loves His Country With All His Abdomen
The good citizens of the United States are a pack of scared rabbits despite the fact that this country is the sole remaining superpower on Earth. The rest of the world sees us as a strutting bully. No other nation can send its armed forces halfway around the planet to overthrow another nation’s government simply because, um, because, well, we did it – that’s the point I’m trying to make. On the other hand, we see ourselves as beset on all sides by swarthy lunatics and conniving foreigners. The radical Muslims, the hordes of undocumented Mexicans, the wiley Chinese, and even the Mobbed-up Russians are all poised to pounce on us. Regardless of our might, Americans insist on cowering under the covers because of the bogeymen under the bed.
Scaredy-cats are always on the lookout for a protector, a big daddy-o who’ll keep the night safe. Bush and the boys know this all too well – and so must McCain. Bush’s popularity zoomed after the 9/11 attacks. He spoke tough and rattled his saber, immediately issuing marching orders which included the map of Afghanistan. He did what any other American leader would have done under the circumstances yet too many people became slavish in their gratitude that Bush was president in those dark days rather than Al Gore. Ooh, they moaned, wringing their hands, what would Gore have done? Duh! He would have curled up in a ball and commenced weeping uncontrollably. Once he finally stopped sobbing, he’d have sent Osama bin Laden the keys to the White House via overnight courier.
For some reason, Republicans are viewed as decisive he-men while the Dems are clowns and pushovers. Then again, the Democrats did once nominate Michael Dukakis as their presidential candidate.
We turn to the trusty GOP when we’re most frightened of the brown- and yellow-skinned billions hidden out in the woods. During the election season of 2004, when Bush faced a reasonably stiff challenge from John Kerry, his gang raised the terror alert to orange on September 10th, the perfect time to scare the poo out of the electorate. Bush’s popularity rose accordingly. Just in case you were wondering, that’s the only time the threat level has been raised since the system was instituted. The fact that it occurred during election season is mere coincidence. Oh, and pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.
How are we to react if the threat level is raised once again between now and November? I don’t know about you, but I won’t be surprised.
Bud Selig’s President June 23, 2008
Posted by glabwrites in 7872800, 9/11, Angela Merkel, Barack Obama, Big Mike, Bud Selig, Conspiracy Theories, Fay Vincent, George W. Bush, Golf, Major League Baseball, Michael G. Glab, Osama bin Laden, Texas Rangers, Tony Blair.2 comments
I don’t hate George W. Bush. Nor do I think he’s a bad man. I do believe he’ll go down as the worst president in the nation’s history.
Today, when we disagree with someone, it has become almost compulsory to demonize that person. Too many people who wouldn’t vote for Barack Obama in a hundred years are eager to portray him as a lieutenant of Osama bin Laden. It’s not good enough to simply try to tear apart his positions; anti-Obama-ites must reduce him to a cartoon villain. Don’t think the left is any better. A significant portion of the citizenry fervently believes that President Bush knew in advance of the 9/11 attacks, or worse, had a hand in planning them!
Political discourse in 2008 has all the subtlety of an episode of WWE Friday Night SmackDown.
All that said, it’s not political hate speech to brand Bush as the worst president ever. Somebody has to be that guy. You can have Warren G. Harding or Millard Fillmore or even Tricky Dick. I choose Babs and Poppy’s kid.
Babs, Poppy, and the Future Worst President Ever
Bushie Boy seems to be a likable lunkhead. He’s the kind of guy who’s a scream on a fishing trip. He’s probably great in a golf foursome. He has an ease of manner that seems to break down all pretenses. His dealings with foreign leaders are refreshingly casual, as illustrated by his badinage with Tony Blair and his attempt to relieve Angela Merkel of her stress. Heads of state view themselves as visitors from Mt. Olympus. Bush, perhaps because he’s all too pedestrian himself, often reminds his counterparts that they’re just folks.
That’s not enough qualification, though, for him to be the leader of the world’s sole superpower. Bush would be a better fit as commissioner of baseball. Former Commissioner Fay Vincent says Bush spoke to him about becoming commissioner back in the early 90s while he still owned the Texas Rangers and before he ran for governor of Texas. According to Vincent, Bud Selig, the acting commissioner at the time, put the kibosh on Bush’s ambitions because he (Selig) wanted the job – sans the “acting” qualifier – for himself.
Right Where He Belongs
Think of it. The most important man in 21st Century American history so far might be the car salesman from Milwaukee, Wisconsin! Despite encouraging Bush to go for the job in face to face conversations, Selig maneuvered behind-the-scenes to sabotage him, inadvertently setting Bush’s political career in motion.
Kingmaker
I may not hate George W. Bush but I sure can’t stomach Bud Selig.








