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Time To Get Out The Bush
How do you know it's time for a major change in American leadership?
Let us count the signs

By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist
Wednesday, August 11, 2004

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You know it's time for a serious change when the president of the
United States actually mutters the infantile, instantly infamous line,
"Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never
stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and
neither do we," just after finishing phonetically spelling out his
name, in his favoritest red crayon, on yet another budget-reaming $417
billion defense-spending bill.
And you know it's time for a change when not a single one of the rigid
and spiritually curdled military yes men standing around the
ceremonial signing table, those sad automatons with their wooden
smiles and stiff spines and bone-dry souls, not one broke into a
hysterical bout of sad, suicidal laughter, followed by uncontrolled
wailing and the rending of flesh and the muttering of oh my freaking
God what the hell is this man doing as leader of the free world.

You know it's time for a change when you hear that Kerry and Edwards
both wrote their own riveting, galvanizing acceptance speeches at the
Democratic National Convention, heartfelt and effective rhetoric that
gives you hope not for the quality of polished oratory but for
genuine, refreshing political intellect, and verbal acumen, as you
offer deep thanks that at least some politicians can still speak
coherently and cogently without mangling the goddamn language at every
adjectival clause.

Whereas you just know Dubya isn't capable of writing a single word of
his own speeches, and will employ entire squadrons of lackeys to do it
for him at the RNC, and will regardless still insist on mispronouncing
"nukuler" and "'Murka" and "terrist" and "gin bender at Yale," and
will doubtlessly say something like, "We must stamp out evil in all
its forms because evil wants to do evil things to us and evil don't
know the depths of its own, uh, evilnesses. Praise Jesus."

There are signs and indicators. There are feelings and intuitions.
There is that undeniable tang in the air, that clenching of the
cultural colon, that cringe in the collective soul. Something has got
to give. A national shakeup is more than imminent -- it is
desperately, urgently needed. And Bush is just about finished.

Don't you feel it? The sensation that the country cannot continue to
careen down this ultraviolent, antihumanitarian path much longer
without implosion and desperation and a massive increase in sedative
prescriptions for anyone with an even slightly intuitive sense of
justice and future and long hot sighs of hope? You're not alone.

You know it's time for a dramatic change when American bookstores and
movie theaters are filled with unprecedented numbers of
extraordinarily damning BushCo exposés and embarrassing tell-all tomes
and brutal whistle-blower digests from all corners of the culture,
produced by everyone from disheartened CIA insiders to ex-generals to
respected reporters to former U.S. allies.

From Clarke's "Against All Enemies," Woodward's "Plan of Attack,"
Suskind's "The Price of Loyalty," Phillips' "American Dynasty,"
Unger's "House of Bush, House of Saud" and "Imperial Hubris," by
'Anonymous,' to "Fahrenheit 9/11" and "Outfoxed" and "The Hunting of
the President." Go ahead, Google any one (or all) of those titles. The
list is endless and stunning in its depth and in the heat of its
unanimous BushCo condemnation.

Hell, it's getting so you can't turn a corner or have a nuanced,
humane thought without confronting another hunk of undeniable proof
that what these media documents say is true: The Bush administration
is quite possibly the most economically destructive, environmentally
devastating, ethically corrupt, internationally loathed, deliberately
tyrannical, worst-dressed administration in American history.

What, too harsh? Hardly.

When the professors and other intellectuals and the artists and the
social workers and the mystics and the truly spiritual among us are
appalled and mournful, and the homophobes and the rednecks and the
religious zealots are cheering and shooting their guns in the sky,
this is how you know.

When America has become a global punch line, a petulant and screeching
child in an oversize Texas cowboy hat throwing oily little tantrums on
a WMD whim, and the global community can only sit there, stunned and
enraged, as every ally withdraws all offers of support and overtures
of concern for our well-being, this is how you know.

The activists know it. Angry groups are popping up by the hundreds
across the nation, all working diligently to toss a nice emetic into
the Republican gorge-fest. Some are even going so far as to offer up
the ultimate sacrifice: They will have sex with any Republicans
willing to withhold their Bush vote this election.

It's true. It's funny. It's called fthevote.com. What, too extreme?
Hey, extreme times call for extreme lubrication.

The watchdogs know it. The usual reaction from most analysts and
wonks, most intellectuals and artists, when faced with another
presidential election, is this: Yawn. After all, such ultra-elitist,
top-tier shifts have little effect on the massive daily political
grind, the real meat and potatoes of government, right? This is the
common wisdom. A change in presidents is like changing the paint on an
aircraft carrier: different patina, same damn boat.

Not this time. All those who normally claim that a change in who sits
in the Oval Office means nothing are now all frantically waving their
arms and shouting their protests and joining the resistance. This
election is different. This one matters like never before in history,
considering how so many of us underestimated just how much damage a
single president's gnarled, hateful administration could unleash upon
the world in a single term.

This is the new rallying cry. If you care at all about the soul of
this country, if you care at all about women's rights and gay rights
and true spiritual freedom and the environment and our international
standing, if you care at all about actually reducing the anti-U.S.
hatred in the world, as opposed to amplifying it a thousandfold, then
oh my god yes, this election matters.

This, then, is how you know it's time for a serious change. When you
can feel it in your bones, when you finally attune and really listen
to the underlying messages and dig deep into your own spirit and
discover that no, this isn't the way the world is supposed to work.
This is not the way the country has to be.

This is not the way the world's greatest superpower is supposed to
behave, this bitter metallic taste that leaps into my mouth whenever I
see a picture of BushCo isn't really supposed to be there, the vice
president isn't supposed to make children cry and flowers wilt and the
gods recoil in disgust.

And the president isn't supposed to mangle the language and induce
multiple wars and invite international derision and make so many
millions of us ashamed to be Americans. It's time for a serious
change. This is how you know.