I think there is a secret part of Bush that want's to tell everyone the truth: that he is, and has been fucking us all over and sideways (with the notable exception of the old Yale frat-boy set and corporate pen-pals like Ken Lay) since 1999. There's just too many little slips and quips of his to consider that they are all unintentional; it seems as if he wants to let us in on the little secret that he has us all under his thumb, that he has been and will continue to screw us in the collective ass for as long as it pleases him, and that he is way, WAY above the law--except that the last shreds and tatters of presidential decorum forced upon him by circumstance actually prevent him from saying these things overtly--and maybe he actually does consider that one false "let them eat cake" moment would be all it takes for his head to end up on a pike at this point.

The examples of these sort of half-joke, half-fuck-yous are legion, but his infamous "trifecta" remarks following 9/11 stand as particularly egregious and glaring examples. I suppose the great chuckle over his remarks caught on film in Michael Moore's "Farenheit 9-11" ("Some call you the elites, I call you my base" or "A dictatorship would be easier, as long as I'm the dictator") are others. He's a real card, all right. And the American people have certainly been played. At this late date, I'm out of compassion or the desire to instruct or inform or help or do anything but barf, since everyone in this country has allowed this disgrace: the stolen electins, the WTC sham, the looting of the our wealth and hard work, the utter looting of his supporters' trust. All I can do is join Bush in mooning America with a big white hairy ass. Caveat emptor, motherfuckers: you paid for this shit, and you got what you deserve.

Now that he has finally emerged just enough from his Skull and Bones bubble to realize that he is the most detested man in America, not to mention the world (the crowd booing him at the Texas baseball stadium must have been a real shocker), I think he wants to rub our nose in everything he's gotten away with for the last seven years, but can't actually do that, but still can't help but slip it in somehow. It's like the under-the-breath parting remarks of a chronically passive-agressive errand boy. I know there is a diagnosis for this sort of repressed, psychopathic, hateful, vindictive, insecure, megalomaniacal behavior, but I can't put my finger on it and maybe only someone like Ted Bundy could.

I mean he knows he can't go too far. As his father said in 1992, "If they knew what we had done, they would chase us down the street and lynch us." So he has to walk a fine line. He must suckle that smug, stupid-ass face of his thinking that he is flipping us the bird and there's not a flipping thing we can do about it. Unless there is. Now that he and his cronies have exported most of the moveable treasure from middle class America into off-shore banks through illegal wars, insider no-bid contracts, tax-paid welfare to bunko securities investors, and a series of "bubble"-like hustles, Ponzi schemes and carny games that have left the dollar in shreds, the average person's bank accounts and real estate deflated of any value or equity, and nothing but crushing debt ensuring a new generation of indentured servents, there's little left for the nation to do but take direct action of the type leaving little to the imagination. Only time will tell what will tip that apple cart into the red, but the day couldn't come soon enough.