How does he walk through the world?
In case you haven't noticed, George W. Bush, the previous president of the United States to whom the current president of the United States owes so much agita, is abroad in the land again, peddling whatever foul revisionist stew has been cooked up by his ghostwriter, who must wait nightly for the smell of sulfur to come wafting up the front stairs ahead of whatever howling, blood-soaked demon it is that comes for ghostwriters, the ones who have sold their souls for whatever the going rate is these days for treason against history. But the ghost is a tradesman, more promiscuous than most. It's Bush, finally, of whom we all must wonder.
How does he walk through the world?
His two wars drag on, as does his vandal's contempt for the rule of law. His economic intemperance and neglect live still as a consuming dry rot. New Orleans remains a shadowed, haunted place. One of the most poignant sights in the world is in the lower Ninth Ward, where, block after block, there's nothing left of the houses except the front steps. Little stairways to nowhere. That is the country he left behind.
How does he walk through the world?
Does he see the foreclosure signs or the grass only now growing on the new graves? Is he aware, even fleetingly, of everything else that disappeared into his black prisons, the loss of moral authority that has rendered the country's ideals into the functional equivalent of those lonely brick steps in New Orleans, empty vestiges leading only to loss and abandonment? Does he see what's around him — the foreclosure signs, the lines of jobless people, the abject ongoing refusal to behave like a political commonwealth? Does he even see the country he did so much to create?
How does he walk through the world?
Silly question.
Watch him in the interviews, where the only mistakes to which he will admit are...
Source: http://www.esquire.com/blogs/politics/george-w-bush-book-tour?src=rss
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