H.G. Wells, were he still alive, might now write, “Who would have believed that in the early years of the twenty-first century, minds immeasurably inferior to ours would be studying the world with envious eyes and drawing their plans against us?” While time agonizingly dilated and slowed for most of the world, for the Neocons, the past eight years have been a rush of unrestrained pillaging on a scale until now only the stuff of wet dreams at Skull and Bones. The dark years of George W’s administration have flown only for those in the energy sector, weapons, security, surveillance, or military support. On the other hand, for those of us concerned with civil liberties, the environment, health care, education, infant mortality, diplomacy, veterans benies, AIDS, poverty, anything sustainable, or the US Constitution, it has been a long arduous trip indeed. Pure torture. But wait! Good news! A signpost up ahead; you are now leaving the Twilight Zone.
Mssrs Bush and Cheney leave behind a legacy unparalleled in modern history. They put petty dictators like Idi Amin, Robert Mugabe, Saddam Hussein, or Joseph Stalin; to shame under performing when it comes to really laying the ground work for a legacy of planetary destruction, the gift that keeps on giving long after the box is opened.
The purposeful sabotage of every national and international agreement on greenhouse gas emissions is the one area of policy where these ignorant fools will be unable to deny the detrimental impact their decisions have on every life form on the planet and human civilization. It is this crisis above all others which will haunt them even in their lifetimes. They have laid waste to the planet in ways too numerous to detail. And even now, at the end of their nefarious rule, they exhibit no remorse, no perspective and certainly no humility. To everyone and everything they have maimed, killed, abused and scorned, a hearty “tally ho!”
One cannot help but wonder, once out of power, where these two miscreants will go for their jollies (to hide?). I picture them in a few years floating by the remains of New Orleans, Key West, Manhattan, Venice, and Sydney on his and hers yachts as they fondly reminisce about the good old days, when men were men, queens were queens, and they flipped coins every morning to see who got the football for the day.
Fortunately, we do not have to suffer through another State of The Union Address by King George with Queen Dick smirking approvingly from behind. But if we did, it should open with the following;
The state of the union sucks and we couldn’t be more pleased. Fuck you very much.
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