Bush Nostalgia
The towers of commerce are crumbling. What better way to celebrate the farcical notion that any of us are capable of learning much from history than the sight of so many voters drooling at the bounty they believe is about to pour forth from an empty cup?
An eternity ago American voters, bored of Clinton constructed good times, sniffed at Al Gore and decided (kind of) for the much more exciting and affable political operator from Texas. Unable to enter any decent grad school on merit, the Connecticut Senator's grandson slithered past the proletariat to snake his place at Harvard Business School, where he might have learned something had he a mind.
Dubya mastered, however, the skill of cracking wise; and often made himself the butt of his own jokes right up until he winked his way into the White House. Then all hell broke loose.
Eight years later with record deficits looming and the world financial system on the brink of collapse, American voters look to let yet another glib prevaricator unable to win an honest place at an Ivy League graduate school without the help of the well-connected sail straight past GO into the Oval Office.
Average Americans and the naive are appalled. Others take cold comfort from the thimble of continuity. Our big-screen careen towards the precipice is scored, at least, with familiar platitudes all designed to lull the dull-witted and sedate the anxious.
What fresh hell beckons on the cresting wave of credit collapse? We can only guess.
By the time the final bill is tallied George Bush probably isn't going to look like such a rotten president after all.
Yes, it could be that bad.
An eternity ago American voters, bored of Clinton constructed good times, sniffed at Al Gore and decided (kind of) for the much more exciting and affable political operator from Texas. Unable to enter any decent grad school on merit, the Connecticut Senator's grandson slithered past the proletariat to snake his place at Harvard Business School, where he might have learned something had he a mind.
Dubya mastered, however, the skill of cracking wise; and often made himself the butt of his own jokes right up until he winked his way into the White House. Then all hell broke loose.
Eight years later with record deficits looming and the world financial system on the brink of collapse, American voters look to let yet another glib prevaricator unable to win an honest place at an Ivy League graduate school without the help of the well-connected sail straight past GO into the Oval Office.
Average Americans and the naive are appalled. Others take cold comfort from the thimble of continuity. Our big-screen careen towards the precipice is scored, at least, with familiar platitudes all designed to lull the dull-witted and sedate the anxious.
What fresh hell beckons on the cresting wave of credit collapse? We can only guess.
By the time the final bill is tallied George Bush probably isn't going to look like such a rotten president after all.
Yes, it could be that bad.
Labels: Credit Collapse, George W. Bush
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