The G.W. Bush introductory montage was narrated by Fred Thompson, reminding me of Waylon Jennings'
narration on The Dukes of Hazzard. This led me to the realization that Bush sort of looks
and acts like Rasco P. Coltrane. It'd be fitting at this stage for Republicans to change their
symbol from elephant to Boss Hog, an emblem of down-home corruption and disregard for the law wrapped
in its enforcement.
"I'm back, ladies," George Bush might as well have said. His speech was designed to soft-pedal his
ideological psychosis, recycle "compassionate conservatism," and excoriate what was his
speechwriter's best turn, "the soft bigotry of low expectations." Bush has never done partisan machete work,
leaving it instead to Party underlings who can be jettisoned and disavowed if their knifing makes
the polls drop too low. This speech was no exception, with swipes at Kerry delivered with a phony
heavy heart and the by-gosh tenor of a barstool jibe.
Predictably, he framed his next four years in crude terms that omitted the consequences, a pattern
he repeats for everything from student testing to Iraq. "Simplifying the tax code" means finding
more ways to provide relief for millionaires who stock the G.O.P.'s troughs with cash.
"Restraining federal regulation" means allowing corporations to dump pollutants into your water and air at
whim, or simply pick their businesses up and transfer to other countries where children toil for 15
hours a day without health care for pocket change. Don't worry. The Bush Administration will
provide you with training to make up for your lost job: you can go into Ferris wheel repair, deep fryer
maintenance, and squeegee handling. When George Bush said he will curtail federal spending, he
neglected to mention that this will most assuredly come at the expense of social programs that
Republicans have always loathed and sought to dismantle.
This is also the intent of every one of his reforms, all hinging on tax cuts, tax-free health
savings accounts, and tax "incentives." Conservatives' long-term goal is to reduce government via
intentional bankrupting. If you think deficits are bad now, imagine what they'll be when G.W.'s done
with his carpet bombing of the federal budget.
Speaking of warfare, the President came at last to the heart of this acceptance speech: his
defense of the Iraq invasion. Despite everything we knew then and now, Iraq was a "gathering threat,"
though absolutely no one at any time has explained how it threatened the U.S. Worse, he linked U.S.
presence in Iraq with Afghanistan, his furrowed brow reminding us that he didn't want to wait
until we were attacked again. Perhaps we're supposed to pretend we don't know that Bush began war
plans for Iraq prior to September 11th, or that CIA analysts vigorously disagreed about the threat
posed by Saddam Hussein. Bush repeatedly offers rationales like parade candy and no one pays much
attention to the untruths.
Bush wants voters drunk on righteous vengeance, so that every U.S. action seems anointed and every
disagreement with the Administration the murmuring of the damned. He paints himself as the Johnny
Appleseed of Liberty, planting wars that will grow into "democracies," even if some local
gardeners -- Saudi Arabia and Pakistan -- are themselves bastions of hideous oppression. Of course, Bush
carefully elided the reality that the U.S. has returned Afghanistan to government by warlord and
left Iraqis with a decimated infrastructure and no jobs, not to mention internecine violence.
Like most true believers, he prefers to think about a sumptuous future rather than the present's
grisly slaughterhouse. "Like generations before us, we have a calling from beyond the stars to
stand for freedom." Such bad poetry was an attempt to inflate Bush beyond his smallish stature, to
make him look like a man taming the mechanical bull of history, like Nietzsche's Superman dressed up
like Tim Allen's Everyman. Bush ended his speech by alluding to Ecclesiastes, reframing his
actions as somehow attuned to ancient Biblical rhythms of right thinking. He's correct that our choices
are frequently a matter of recognizing the truth and responding accordingly. Which is why, after
four days of the Republican National Convention, I recognized that it was a time to live, laugh,
love, and bounce President Bush out on his ass by voting for John Kerry.