Any chance that someone could convince me that President Bush deserved his title collapsed like the twin towers that day. His feeble uncomprehending expression in the school classroom when he was told of the attacks is etched into my mind as indelibly as any horror from that day. When I wanted John Wayne from Stage Coach I got Elmer Fudd from Bugs Bunny instead. When thousands of innocent people are slaughtered and the heart of American capitalism is attacked, he decides to keep reading a children's book. Then he got on a plane to run away and hide like a fucking pussy. Instead of standing up and taking control of the situation he let the situation control him.
Let his apologists coo and spew what a virile leader he is, and how he has saved the Republic from the ravages of our enemies. All I know is that seven years later Osama Bin Laden is still being hosted by the Taliban in Pakistan, whose tribal autonomous zone is the first place this New Yorker would have invaded after locking down Afghanistan. Iraq has been a waste of time and money. Explain to me the logic of going after religious extremists by attacking a secular state. A New Yorker wouldn't have wasted time with Iraq and would have pursued the Taliban and Osama Bin Laden into Pakistan as relentlessly as Patton did the Germans. But, alas, we were fated to have a half witted faux Texan as our leader, and our enemy is still with us.
