the cowardly liar

a recent google search of “cowardly liar” turned up this image:


“Read what my medal says: "Courage." Ain't it the truth? Ain't it the truth?”

exquisitely apt, don'tcha think? because no matter how you dress him up, the underlying truth remains: george w. bush is yellow.

there’s no other way to characterize a man who goes so far out of his way to avoid facing people who disagree with him.

these days he’s out on the road trying to sell his “plan” (if a scheme with no specifics can be referred to as such) to undermine social security. oh, he talks about “personal accounts” and “shoring up” the system, but folks with even a modicum of intellectual integrity have seen through this scam.

but i digress. this is not about social security, per se. it’s about the leader of the free world hiding from criticism behind goggle-eyed kool-aid drinkers who applaud his every word.

as described in the l.a. times, bush’s audiences for these social security road shows are prescreened to include only people who agree with him.

Access to the president's events is controlled to ensure that the audiences will be friendly to his cause. Attendance is by invitation only, and tickets are dispensed by Republican lawmakers, state party organizations, business associations and conservative advocacy groups.

The White House insists that presidential security, not stagecraft, is the motive for restricting access.

oh. security. so, in other words, democrats and other heathens not on the ticket lists are actually security threats.

what kind of craven, cowering, spineless scaredy-cat are we dealing with here? the kind who’s afraid to face any american audacious enough to show up at a pre-scripted, taxpayer-funded play-act and call out this “president” on yet another big lie.

Dorothy: My Goodness, what a fuss you're making. Well naturally, when you go around picking on things weaker than you are. Why, you're nothing but a great big coward.
Cowardly Lion: [crying] You're right, I am a coward! I haven't any courage at all. I even scare myself. [sobs]
Cowardly Lion: Look at the circles under my eyes. I haven't slept in weeks.
Tin Woodsman: Why don't you try counting sheep?
Cowardly Lion: That doesn't do any good. I'm afraid of them.

it figures. in fact it's kind of funny:

the president who defined himself as a post-9/11 fear-monger is actually just a big pusillanimous cat.