The Only Thing We Have to Cheer is - Fear Itself

Eric was kind enough to write a guest blogg for me.

It has been obvious for some time now that our dear
President has been scrambling for cover.
With poll numbers dropping like the Hindenburg, his
Administration leaking worse than
Harry Whittington's neck and Karl Rove in Patrick
Fitzgerald's sites, he is clearly on the ropes.
The neocon agenda is dead, his own party is divided
and he now lies in state -- a lame duck.

Just like everything else in his life, this child of
privilege has failed miserably as a leader. Plagued by
scandal and zero credibility left, he has only one
card left to play. Fear.

In decidedly milquetoast fashion, President Bush went
before the nation last night and told
us all that we must fear the brown enemy from the
south. After 5 years in office, he has finally
come to the conclusion that it is now such a critical
issue that we must deploy our decimated
National Guard to shore up the borders. To calm the
masses, he vows these brave souls will
not carry weapons. Right. What happens if there is
panic or violent protest to their presence
and they are caught with nothing more than pens in
their hands?

The single most disturbing portion of his speech
detailed the "catch and release" techniques
currently being employed by our border patrol agents.
He stated that the reason behind this
ineffective program was due to a lack of beds in our
detintion centers. Detention centers?
I got chills and my stomach flipped upside down. Not
to worry, says George -- We'll just fill
those centers up with beds, that'll fix everything!
These words conjured up images of the
Japanese interment camps of WWII -- Another national
shame. Am I the only one who felt that
evil rumbling in my gut?

The following is an exerpt from the song Witch Hunt,
by Rush. The words are telling, some
27 years after the song's release -

The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will.
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat and burn and kill.

They say there are strangers who threaten us,
Our immigrants and infidels.
They say there is strangeness to danger us
In our theatres and bookstore shelves,
That those who know whats best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves.

Quick to judge,
Quick to anger,
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear walk hand in hand

We're witnessing the implosion of an American
President and he's scared to death.
His transparency is laughable -- like a four year old
child covering their face
with both hands whose convinced "you can't see me" he
makes every effort to
distract us from the truth of his crimes and failures.

We will not cower in fear, Sir.
We will not give up our rights willingly.
We will fight for them tooth and nail.
This great nation wasn't founded on fear.
It was forged from blood and bravery.
And an unquenchable thirst for Freedom!

We will not go quietly....No, Sir.

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