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Sunday, July 30, 2006  
Bully Bush Bad Boy
Too often I get the feeling that Bush was bullied as a young boy and now he's striking back by portraying a tough guy image, an image that worked for John Wayne and other "tough Texans" but in reality has made a shambles in the political world. His "oops the mike is on?!?" remark showed a shallow grasp of the desperate and dangerous situation in the MIddle East. His typical reaction and pro-action of "More force, more force!" may bring smiles to the Terminator intellects that comprise his ilk, and to those who think that the U.S. has some sort of right to rule the world, but for those of us who do use our brains regularly we see his leadership and use of American forces as an unnecessary waste. He has not made the world safe for Democracy, nor for another other ideology. He's bringing the world down to his level where thinking and negotation is discouraged and animal instincts are encouraged. "No talk, just fight!" must be his private motto, thinking this game of "King of the Hill" will always have him at the top.


But we know how those games always ended: with the King deposed. Mud-covered, grass-stained, the King watches as another King fights to reign supreme and so it continues until the voices of the Parents call them home for dinner.


If only George and Barbara would call Dubya in for dinner. Maybe then we could start repairing the damage done by this darn Bush Boy.


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