When last we left our sneering caped
crusaders, Rummy had testified under oath that he didn't really know who
ordered what at Abu "Tortures 'R' Us" Ghraib prison, and George "Wha
Happun?" Bush was mumbling into his hand puppet about how he was utterly
shocked and appalled and was blaming the whole thing on "a coupla bad
apples" and gul-dangit, he warn't gunna stan' fer it.
And while he still loved Rumsfeld like a drunken frat brother and swore
Rummy was doing a "superb job" and stood by him 'til death or impeachment
they do part, something must be done and some heads were gonna roll and it
would definitely be some sad pregnant trailer-park chick from West Virginia ha-ha
snicker.
What a difference a couple weeks make. Now word is emerging like ugly
greased lightning that not only did Rummy himself order the Abu Ghraib tortures, but it was also a
long-standing super-secret plan based on ultra-vile (and morally
repugnant) interrogation techniques already employed in Afghanistan.
Not only that, but the plan was authorized across the board, from the
Pentagon to the National Security Council to the CIA and then on up the
ladder to where Bush his own dumbstruck self was fully informed and fully aware of the general plan to
make a sad mockery of the "quaint" and "obsolete" Geneva Convention.
Remember that piffling thing? It basically states you gotta treat all
war prisoners with a shred of humanitarian dignity or you can't call
yourself a fair and civilized Christian superpower, and if you don't
follow those basic rules you are, in essence, no different from the
terrorists and the dictators you claim to abhor and you are bombing the
crap out of.
Let's just say it again: Rummy allegedly ordered the torture plan.
Rummy's undersecretary, Stephen Cambone, ran it. Bush knew about it, even
way back in February. As did all of his senior staff. As did the CIA and
the NSC and even the Red Cross.
They knew of the torture and humiliation techniques. Knew of the secret
beatings. Knew of the electrodes and the snarling dogs and the pistol
whippings and, very possibly, of the forced sodomy and the rapes. Not of
suspected terrorists, but of people. Men. Women. Young boys. Suspected
Iraqi "insurgents," many of whom were, by the military's own admission,
wrongly detained in the first place. What fun.
Word has it Bush probably didn't hear the actual details, of the
specific brand of U.S.-made hoods or of the rape techniques employed,
because, as everyone knows, Bush is a "big-picture guy" who likes only the
general Cliff's Notes overviews of world events and can barely find
Baghdad on a map and can't really handle too many simultaneous thoughts.
But here's where it gets sticky. Here's where the smell of rot starts
to really singe your intuitive nose hairs. Because every president, no
matter how unsophisticated or perpetually tuned out (Hi, Mr. Reagan) or
disconnected from what's actually happening in his regime, must get briefed. Every day.
And when you're a president who lusts after war the way Bush does, you
gotta hear all the grisly facts, the various actions and tactics and
super-secret operations, lest you seem completely out of touch during one
of your incredibly rare press conferences wherein you scrunch your face
all tight and furrow your brow and wag your finger and say things like,
"My job is to, like, think beyond the immediate."
It is the eternal Bush conundrum. How to appear sort of blank faced and
ignorant of the true atrocities your administration commits so as to avoid
any sort of direct accountability, and yet still pretend to be a savvy,
aware, tough-guy leader who gets things done and takes no bull and
launches unprovoked wars on anything that stands in the way of his dad's
portfolio.
After all, it has always been far too easy to smack BushCo around as
being an aww-shucks dumb-guy AWOL simpleton daddy's boy with a low-C
average and a painfully inarticulate approach to the world, coupled with
an astounding, world-famous ability to mangle both the English language
and every foreign policy ever implemented.
It's always felt like a bit of a grand ruse, Bush's Forrest Gump-style
dunderheadedness, a clever (if entirely plausible) way to deflect much of
the responsibility for his regimes's carnage, all designed to make the
nation believe that this guy simply couldn't be all that bad
because, well, he just ain't all that bright.
But, ironically enough, as far as the Abu Ghraib mega-scandal is
concerned, Bush has dug his own hole. It is his very own bull-headed,
infantile, stay-the-course, admit-no-mistakes,
bomb-first-ask-questions-never approach that has caged him in and makes
any move toward getting the U.S. out of the Iraq quagmire nearly
impossible. It's not the sign of a dimwit. It's the sign of a dimwit with
delusions of shrewdness. Which is, of course, far more dangerous.
Any major moves now -- like firing Rummy, or Wolfie or Uncle Dick, or
even apologizing for all the Saddam-grade rapes and tortures -- would make
Dubya appear contradictory or unstable or inconsistent, which is exactly
the mass illusion he simply must maintain right now lest his
approval rating drop even farther, to where it finally matches his IQ.
Whoops, sorry. Cheap shot. See how easy it is?
Probably doesn't help that Colin Powell has stepped up and admitted how
he was deliberately deceived about WMDs in Iraq, and how he's pretty much
sick
of being treated like a BushCo lackey and a footnote and a scapegoat
errand boy who puts out piddling fires and has to step in front of the
U.N. and present reams of bogus CIA data and blurry satellite photos and
silly cartoon graphics to try to prove the existence of nonexistent
nuclear arsenals in Saddam's rec room.
And then comes word of how Michael Moore's somber new film "Fahrenheit 9/11"
illuminates, in painful and appalling detail, Bush's $1.5 billion
connection to various Saudi families -- including the chummy bin Laden
clan -- and how, even while all commercial aircraft across the U.S. were
grounded just after the WTC attack and millions were stranded and the
nation was on high alert, Bush had planes sent around the country to pick
up his Saudi buddies to fly them home.
So then. You gotta admit, maybe Bush isn't all that stupid after all.
Maybe he's not the smirking aww-shucks born-again simpleton he constantly
appears to be, the one who sits back and lets his henchmen do all the
dirty work and all the complex thinking while he lets Condi Rice massage
his ego and fill him in at the ranch while taking more vacation time than
any other president in history.
Or, rather, maybe Dubya really is that stupid, just not in the
ways anyone really imagined. Maybe Bush is stupid in a way that is far
worse, and far more dangerous for the health of this planet, than mere
inarticulate, nonintellectual, semiliterate Texas cow-pie bumbling.
It is, in short, the stupidity of the indignant and the self-righteous,
of the morally arrogant, of someone whose power base is threatened and yet
who is still blindly forcing America down this nightmare path, even when
all signs and all leaders and all U.N. councils and all weapons
investigators and all flagrant U.S.-sanctioned rapes and tortures are
veritably screaming in his face that it is a mistake of increasingly epic,
treacherous proportions.
And so maybe, ultimately, it all comes back to us. Maybe it is the
majority of people in this flag-wavin', happily deluded, fear-drenched
country who can't believe it could happen, who simply, you know, "misunderestimated" just how poisonous Bush's savage
brand of stupidity really is.
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