Ready, Set, Go!

No matter what time Google says this was posted, I pressed the button at high noon Eastern Standard Time on January 20, 2007. George W. Bush has exactly two years left in his second and final term as President of the United States. Seven hundred and thirty-one days may not seem long to some, but to those of us who feel we’re serving prison sentences, it looks like an eternity.

As I cross off the days one by one from base camp, the mountain of 731 days looks like Everest. My only hope is that in being superannuated, I’ve served such terms and even longer ones in the past. I only hope that my oxygen supply is sufficient to get me to the peak and back.

These six years have not been without ups. I supported John Kerry, and I’m happy that he lost. Had Bush lost, Kerry and the rest of us appalled by the fiasco in Baghdad would be blamed for losing Iraq. Hard as it is to believe in retrospect, George Bush was able to fake out 51% of the voters in 2004 and convince them that he was the answer. Again, what was the question?

Another positive, the neoconservatives are losing credibility as rapidly as the Titanic took on water. John McCain is done as potential president. Joe Lieberman is the president’s leading publicist and is outed for what he really is, a Republican neocon. These people are dangerous to America, and the voters now fully perceive it. Many evangelicals are also awakening and are beginning to understand that separation of church and state may have some good points and are splitting down the middle.

In every era good ideas are carried to illogical extremes. Ronald Reagan was indeed the embodiment of neoconservative and evangelical hopes and dreams after Vietnam. Republicans following him carried out his philosophy far beyond what reasonable and pragmatic politicians should have, and George W. Bush, clearly a messianic zealot, took Reaganism to heights of folly.

Sadly, the downs of this presidency are beyond discussion. The costs of this madness will be with us for decades. Since we’ve been over them hundreds of times, I’ll simply close by saying that I intend not to miss a single opportunity to cross out another day in this horrible term. The decider has been working too hard, and thinking is not his game. Count with me to the day we can send him home where he can ride his bike and cut brush without ever having to strain his brain again.

Blog on!

Wild Bill