Good Riddance

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Good Riddance to Bad Rubbish

| posted by Melissa McEwan | Tuesday, November 04, 2008







Soon, Shakers, we will never have to look at that face again.

I'm so over Bush, it's not even funny.

From Day One, Bush was my worst bloody nightmare: A right-wing
ideologue with no checks or balances, left to pursue every
conservative wet dream with abandon. He was the Golden Boy of modern
American conservatives—a corporate shill with the affected demeanor of
a country bumpkin, around whom the unholy alliance between Big Money
and Big Religion could be forged, standing at the altar and giving his
blessing to the crackpot marriage between the business interests who
sought to get rich off the stupid sniveling sods who marched in
hypocritical lockstep with the warmongers and the corporate
mercenaries, as long as they were promised protection from radical
feminists and kissing boys.

The hideous underbelly of unfettered authoritarian conservatism—
exposed by this perfect storm of cobbled-together allies, a GOP-led
Congress, and a never-ending stream of media mouthpieces willing to
demonize anyone who dared to dissent—has been absolutely revolting, a
grotesque mosaic of avarice, antipathy, incompetence, and corruption.

And all along I've been accused of blindly hating Bush, as if there
were not reasons, as if I did not watch him take this nation to war on
false premises; watch him abandon the "right" war; watch him create
millions of refugees; watch him play class warfare with his gilded tax
cuts; watch him let an American city drown; watch his administration
out one of our own spies; watch him sell We the People piece by piece
in massive government-underwritten giveaways to Big Pharma and Big
Oil; watch more than 1,000 signing statements undermine the law; watch
habeas corpus be cast aside like day-old bread; watch the Geneva
Conventions and our Constitution be treated like suggestions…

You're goddamned right I hate George Bush.

You're right if you think I found him an insignificant slip of a man
who was unprepared for and undeserving of the presidency, whose
history as a drunken dullard, constructed aw-shucks shtick, and
careful positioning as the ordained man who would marry religious
extremists with neocon corporatists made me want to puke from the
moment I laid eyes upon his sneering visage.

You're right if you think that his leadership shames me, that every
heh heh which has emanated from his condescending mouth has made my
skin crawl, that I am utterly unable to find the merest shadow of
anything to like about him.

And you're right if you think I hate him to the point of abject
indifference, fervently longing for the day he takes his leave from
governance and retreats to Crawford for good, where I won't give the
tiniest, microscopic shit about him whether he is lost in a tragic
brush-clearing accident and his body devoured by wild dogs before the
search party arrives, or whether he lives out the remainder of his
useless life in good health and happiness—either way, I don't care, as
long as I never have to think about him for the rest of my days.

Yes, I hate him. But not blindly. I have reasons—more than I can
bloody well count.

And I can't wait for the day when he will be gone for good, never to
give me another thing to add to my list of his crimes and failures.

I can't wait to see him go.