Friday, March 03, 2006
Retard Diplomacy
So now the Preznit is selling nuclear technology to India. What do we get in return? We get the Preznit’s assurance that nuclear power in India will diminish the worldwide demand curve that is forcing up the price of oil.
Jimmy Carter would be handling this oil addiction of ours more skillfully than President Bush. Giving India that ability to mass produce nuclear weapons that it already has, in small quantities, is a dangerous thing to do. We should be getting something massive in return.
Instead what we have here is retard diplomacy from the dumbest president in history, a man who makes Jimmy Carter look competent, a man who makes George H.W. Bush look like he had a domestic policy all along.
Like the Medicare Drug Benefit or Hillarycare, this is a plan with immediate, detrimental aspects to it and questionable results that involve logic that is tortuously convoluted because its creator doesn’t have the courage for the simple, moral answer that would fly in face of his campaign donors.
Giving dangerous nuclear technology to India to ease world oil demand to stabilize prices in America is like constructing a machine to flip a light switch when all you have to do is reach out. If Drinky wanted to ease the oil squeeze right now, without selling dangerous technology, all he has to do is raised CAFE standards or invest something other than a token amount of money in alternative energy resources, an amount of money like, say, a few hundred billion we’ve spent to illegally invade a foreign country and then vainly try to rebuild it as sectarian strife rages for year after year. Call me crazy, but methinks the Preznit has a problem with priorities.
This is the solution to our oil problems from a man who ran three oil companies into the ground.
Even conservatives agree that the Preznit has a problem with being surrounded by people that won’t correct him when he’s wrong or misguided. That admission is like the co-dependent wife of the violently abusive husband saying that he has a little anger problem, but it’s not really his fault, people never hold him responsible for his misbehavior.
Think about that last one for a while. I count three oxymorons in the above sentence. See if you can find more. It’s like Where’s Waldo.
The Drinkmeister has been a petulant, ignorant, vindictive son of privilege for his entire besotted life, which all the smart people were well aware of before he ran for president in 2000. That is exactly how I described him six years ago to my family.
A wee bit behind on the learning curve, are we? It is just occurring to you now that this mindset might be a problem for a job this big? That a man who purposely picks people for obsequious loyalty and who is painfully ignorant and stubborn might have a problem with leadership?
Blame the president’s asinine presidency on Dick Cheney’s bad advice. Go ahead. It makes sense. That must be why Dick’s JAR is 18%. Bush is bumbling but it’s his handlers that are really to blame. That’s why they sent him into debates with a radio-controlled jacket.
This seems to be the product of an inexplicable MBA management style from the seventies where the CEO serves only to adjucate among battling department heads. Of course, the system breaks down when the judge is an idiot and the department heads are all crooks.
Because you won’t get responsible oil policy from Dick Cheney either. You won’t get competent media management from a V.P. who shuns them like a vampire shuns the light of day. You won’t get good foreign policy advice from a Sec. Of Defense who dismissed the better half of Europe as “Old Europe,” quickly and efficiently pissing off half of the civilized world.
I remember a French Minister getting steamed at Rumsfeld’s remarks. He called out the President, like “Zese eese a little imepertinent for a defense secretary, no? Perhaps zhou shood jerk zee leesh a little?”
Which cracked me up, both to see a Frenchman angry and to see it slowly dawn on the world that we really were run by imperial psychopaths who were about to lay waste to the Middle East. The slowly-growing look of horror in the Frenchman’s eyes as the little wheels in his head clicked into place and he said, to himself, “Sheet. Zey really ahre a buench of nutjobs, arehn’t they?” is a memory I will treasure forever.
War in Iraq: 350 billion YR2005 dollars and growing.
Stunned Look on Frenchman’s Face As He Realized That the Idiot Son of Ronald Reagan Was Going Nuke-yoo-lur: Priceless.
Which brings me to how much the world hates us. Well, not everybody. Israel appreciates the need to exterminate terrorists with extreme prejudice, even if they are surrounded by civilians, even if you’re not really sure they’re terrorists. But outside of a few choice nations who are on the receiving end of $300 million in arms grants a year, our current president and foreign policy are none too popular.
Which suits the inbred hillbilly half of this country just fine, because they don’t admit criticism from lesser beings. But isn’t it a little alarming that this president is greeted with massive demonstrations wherever he goes? India? Argentina? Southeast Asia and Australia? The Philippines? Anyone out there? Helloooo!
But this doesn’t faze the hate-radio controlled right. Prisoner abuse? Screw ‘em. Katrina disaster? Screw the darkies. International pariahdom? Screw the world.
Coupled with all the other disasters that have accumulated over the past five years despite the cries of the left, it reminds me of a certain post by Driftglass not too long ago about the current and near-future state of politics in America…
The list just goes on and on and on, but the song remains the same. Stupid, venal people amply warned that they were driving us all off yet another cliff. Stupid, venal people shrieking that everyone else is a traitor and that they didn’t need no smarty-pants liberals telling ‘em how to drive. Squealing, “Hey, we won, so shut the fuck up.”Then wheeeeee! Off the cliff we go-go-go…Then the Bad Thing happens.Then…crickets and tumbleweed and an airless, freaked-out silence from the Right like unto a mime having a panic attack lying face down in the dust on the dark side of the Moon. Followed by a spongy, squishy sound made by millions of baffled brows beetling in that damp confusion that the s-l-o-w children get when confronted -- yet again -- with overwhelming evidence of the consequences of their reckless, arrogant moronity.Followed by a return to their default, factory setting of running in hysterical circles and wildly blaming Evil Liberals or the French or Bill Clinton or feminists or queers for the blood on their own hands and the dead on their own watch.“We didn’t knooooow!” they wail, as we roll in wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow of evidence that they damned well did know.“No one could have predicted...,” they whine, as we chopper in ton after ton of proof that Iraq/Katrina/9-11/Global Warming/North Korea/Iran/Every-other-fucking-thing were all quite predictable, and had been foreseen, but their Dear Leader had simply chosen to ignore the inconvenient mile-high, DayGlo warning signs on his way to and from vacation.
And might I add the grudging acceptance of 10% of the blame for what happened followed by 90% of blame-anybody-but-us as they are slowly pulled to Earth by the inexorable power of the gravity well of Truth, screaming weakly in the thin air and flailing helplessly as they shrink from sight on their journey to the cold, hard Earth.
Happy landings.
# posted by BitterHarvest @ 4:02 PM 
