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It's just my worthless opinion, but I have read so many posts in the past few days where W is being credited with a lot of control. I read that he's looting this or that and rewarding the people who put him in power, etc. I just don't see it that way.
I live in Texas and saw him as the owner of my local ball club, then the governor of my state. There is nothing he did in either role that gives me reason to believe he's the one running the show. There's no way. No, somebody selected him for a specific reason. He agreed to do it because he gets off on "playing President," not having the power or the responsibility of leading the United States to a better tomorrow. And not for the opportunity to siphon off resources and money to his cronies. No, he's 100% puppet.
I'm sure there are plenty in his administration who can't see this. Their faces are too close to the tree to see whether they're in a forest or their own front yard. They believe he's for real, though you really have to wonder how delusional can these people be not to see through some of W's antics. And the ones who don't see him as their boss, like Rumsfeld and Cheney and the rest of the Nixon era military industrial complex thugs? They have got to be weary of this charade by now and probably can't wait for it to be over so they can return to the private sector and collect.
There might be quite a few of us who, like me, believe that there is a family operation going on here, i.e., Bush Crime Family, as Mike Malloy is fond of saying. I don't want to be too tin hattish, but in my little movie-geek sort of way, I started thinking, "if that's the case, if this Orwellian nightmare was taking place in The Godfather, which character would W be? Vito?" Yeah, right. "Michael?" Hardly. Then it hit me: try Fredo. He is the dumb, drunk, black-sheep loser of the family who can't do anything right. But wait a minute - this actually fits...
Go back to the late 90s when the neocons were plotting our current nightmare. If you'll indulge my little daydream from this afternoon, I imagine it playing out something like this:
Cue music. A darkened, smoky room. Four older men sitting around a table. One is calm, seeming to soak up the discussion while another is very animated and goes on to explain:
"Once the pieces are in place, it don't matter what the political backlash is. We're made. Once the US is wedged firmly in the Middle East, the military will never be able to leave no matter who the president is. We will control the oil, and we will get a piece of the action no matter who we're putting the squeeze on: China, Europe, India, hell, the good ol' U S of A! Fuck 'em! We get paid."
"But if anyone finds out, there's going to be hell to pay. Somebody's going to have to be there to take the fall."
"Okay, so we put somebody stupid in there, somebody who's so caught up in the thrill of playing president that he won't ask any questions and will do exactly what he's told. Somebody expendable."
"Alright, but who?"
"I don't mean no disrespect, Vito, but how about your son? I mean he ain't exactly made your life easy. You tell him to jump and he says 'how high?' Hell, he'd kiss a Saudi prince on the lips if he thought it would make you proud of him."
"Hmmm... well, just don't let it get too out of hand. I don't want his mother to know about this. Michael, you'll be alright running Florida for the next few years, yes? Don't worry, son, your turn will come..."
Apart from being a really sad commentary that this is what my daydreams are about, can I really be that far off?
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