| Updated: 11/29/2004; 2:50:12 PM. |
| Rayne Today Searching for dharma, in spite of the weather... On Hating Bush
The Washington Post’s article about the passionate hatred of Bush featured a quote from Laura Ingraham. This, from one of the right’s choir girls, on the reason why so many on the left hate Bush.: "What drives them nuts is that people actually like Bush," she says. "Even if they disagree with him, they think he's a good person." But for many liberals, "Bush isn't just wrong, he's evil. The axis of evil for these guys is George Bush, Karl Rove and Donald Rumsfeld." No, Ms. Ingraham, you self-deluded putz, you have no clue why so many of us – BOTH right and left – hate Bush. Yeah, both sides of the aisle hate him; I see them at the Dean Meetups, just as rabid as I am about Bush. What drives someone like me nuts is that people can’t see through the garbage that the press put up as news, that the American people have dumbed down and numbed down so much that they’re willing to put up with democracy stolen and an incompetent, unqualified boob as president. If the American people really, honestly took the time to look into Bush, they would be repulsed too – not only at him but at their own ineptitude. That’s what we feel on the right and on the left, Ms. Ingraham – that’s what we who aren’t drinking the Kool-Aid see. Further, it’s not an axis of evil consisting of Bush, Rove and Rumsfeld – it’s a junta that’s taken possession of this country, taken over and subverted the will of the people to exercise their own radical whims on us, driving us into bankruptcy, polluting this earth, damaging our relationships with the rest of the world, stealing from the mouths of our babes to do so. The junta is headed by Dick Cheney, not meat puppet Bush; it’s filled with the likes of bigoted rogues like Wolfowitz, Bolton, Perle and a host of corporate sycophants making themselves rich at our expense. That’s why I find George W. Bush utterly and completely repulsive. That’s why I will not tolerate his smug chimpy face on my television nor his sneering voice and pointed disregard for our language on my radio. That’s why I have so damned much company on both sides of the right and left. Get it straight, Ingraham. Until you can, why don’t you take a queue from your crappy misguided book while you’re at it? Shut up and sing. On second thought, take a tip from one of your own, Mr. O’Reilly: Shut up, shut up, shut up.
I’m going to be booked up most of the day; I’ve got to get a kindergartner off to school with a fleet of cupcakes in tow for his birthday. (Pray for us that we don’t drop them en route to school and the classroom.) Then run off to that weird Wonderlic employment test in the next town, swing back to pick up birthday presents, squeeze in some unrequited work. Return to the school to pick up the kids and do Lego League, then off to dinner to celebrate with the birthday boy and family. Eat cake, pick up birthday debris, squeeze in some more work, and maybe catch a little quiet time with my spouse before we crash hard. Somewhere in between the gaps there are seven loads of laundry beckoning, the same seven I can never get under control. I cut one or two heads off this Hydra, more sprout back; right now the Hydra taunts me with a load each of sheets, towels, jeans, slacks, whites, lights, and a load requiring special treatment. This past week my daughter went to camp, cutting down on the laundry for two days, only to return with three loads. Some of it is tainted with poison ivy – oh joy. How the hell do I get rid of urushiol oil from poison ivy without contaminating everything else in the laundry? By the time I figure it out, there will be a couple more loads of laundry waiting.
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