Thursday, April 20, 2006


SFGate: Chips down, Bush prepares a Hail Mary bet

Would Bush Dare? Ofcourse He would!! The megalomanic, religious fanatic truly believes he takes orders from God. He truly believes Afghanistan and Iraq have been sucesses, denying reality.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006 (SF Chronicle)
Chips down, Bush prepares a Hail Mary bet
Mark Morford

It's just like playing blackjack in Vegas.
Invariably, sitting right next to you is some guy, eyes shifty and body
twitchy and making weird sounds with his mouth and smelling vaguely of
sawdust and horse manure and dead dreams, with a huge pile of chips he is
quickly turning into a very small pile of chips.
He is suffering. He is playing terribly, grumbling, sneering at the
dealer, talking to the cards like they were his personal slutty harem,
complaining to his very angry God who is apparently no longer coming
through for him. He is getting desperate. He is sweating, glancing around,
wondering where all his drunken fraternity friends scurried off to.
Soon he is down to his last chips. He makes one final stab, but his final
bet tanks. He is out, the pile is gone.
He then does what every miserable, lunkheaded gambler does at this point:
In a fit of alcoholic rage and demonic encouragement, he says, "Screw it"
-- and digs into his pocket, pulls out his last remaining crumpled $1,000
bill and slaps it down on the table in one big final gesture meant to turn
his fortunes around all at once, damn the wife at home and forget a decent
meal and forget every ironclad rule of gambling because damn it the gods
owe him and he's long overdue for a change in fortune. Yes. Right. Sure he
Sure enough, the lug loses his big Hail Mary bet. He is broke. He cannot
believe it. He curses the table, curses the whore cards, swears at the
dealer for not treating him better, slams the rest of his drink and his
face contorts and his hands shake and he stumbles off into the night,
railing against his lousy luck, the gods, all of humanity. Same ol'
situation, happening all over Vegas. And, of course, Washington, D.C.
Now, here he is, sitting right next to all the other countries at the Big
Table, representing America, it's little Dubya Bush, stewing in his own
juices, his poll numbers hovering right near Nixon levels, mumbling to
himself, smelling vaguely of sawdust and horse manure and dead Social
Security overhaul plans.
He is pockmarked by scandal, buffeted by storms of disapproval and
infighting and nascent impeachment. He authorized the leak of classified
security information merely to smear an Iraq war critic, he lied about WMD
and lied about Saddam and lied about making the United States safer and
lied about, well, just about everything, on top of launching the worst and
most violent and most expensive, unwinnable war since Vietnam.
His pile of betting capital is down to a tiny lump, nothing like back when
he had the table rigged and all the pit bosses worked for him and the pile
was as big as a roomful of Texas cow pies. But now, fortune is frowning.
In fact, fortune is white-hot furious at being so viciously molested, spit
upon, raped lo these many years. The truth is coming out: Bush has now
lost far, far more bets than he ever won.
What's to be done? Why, do what any grumbling, furious, confused,
underqualified alcoholic gambler does: reach down deep and say, "To hell
with the nation and to hell with the odds and to hell with the rest of the
planet," and pull out one more desperate, crumpled war from deep in your
pants, slap it on the table and hear the world moan.
But this time, try to make it serious. Do not rule out the use of tactical
nuclear weapons. Do not rule out another massive air strike, ground
troops, special forces, a strategy so intense it makes Iraq look like a
jog in the park. Think of yourself as creating a masterful legacy, going
down in history as the guy who "saved" the world from Iran's nukes while
protecting American oil interests. Yes? Can you smell the oily sanctimony
in the air? Is God speaking to you again, telling you to damn the
torpedoes and kill more Muslims? You are the chosen one, after all.
Sound far-fetched? Don't think even Bush could be capable of using nukes
to slap Iran? Perish the thought. All reports from underground White House
sources -- most notably by way of Sy Hersh's horrifying report in a recent
New Yorker -- indicate that Dubya and his remaining team of war-happy
flying monkeys have been secretly laying out plans to attack Iran for
months, possibly including the use of tactical nuclear weapons to get at
those deep Iranian bunkers, all because Iran just celebrated its entrance
into the world's "nuclear club" by finally enriching some uranium for the
first time. Cookies all around!
No matter that most analysts say that Iran is far from being a true
threat, that a nuclear Iran is at least a good decade away, if not longer.
No matter that 10 years is a good long time to work on ways to force Iran
out of the game -- via negotiation, diplomacy, sanctions -- without
unleashing another river of never-ending violence.
With Bush in power, there is no waiting. There is no thought of avoiding
another hideous war at all costs. To the Bush hawks, diplomacy is a failed
joke. Negotiation is for intellectuals and tofu pacifists. In the Dubya
worldview, the planet is a roiling cauldron of nasty threats, crammed with
terrorists and hateful Muslims and foreign demons suddenly growling on our
doorstep when, curiously, they really weren't there before he stumbled
into power. Amazing how that works.
It is now seven months before what could be a radically influential
congressional election, a vote that could very well give power back to the
Democrats, who will (with any luck) waste no time launching a number of
long-overdue investigations into Bush's failed war and the various
scandals and lies and fiscal abuses that led us all here.
For Dubya, now is the time. One last, desperate gamble. Slam that last
drink, scrunch up your face, screw the rules and let the bombs fly. What,
you don't think he could do it? Don't think a nuclear attack on Iran is
possible? You haven't looked into the tiny, ink-black eyes of Dick Cheney
lately. You haven't seen Rumsfeld's arrogant sneer, seen Bush looking
confused and lost, wondering where all his "capital" went, desperately
hunting for a legacy and finding only irresponsibility and
self-righteousness and death.
But hell, as we already know, that's good enough for him.

Mark Morford's column appears Wednesdays and Fridays in Datebook and E-mail him at ----------------------------------------------------------------------
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