He will be able to tell himself that he was right. That he saw and led us toward a better world. It was our lack of faith in him that lost the war.

Historians of the re-right, will be able to gather donations for decades with newly considered opinions that the war was lost by the suceeding president and congress. Had they only followed the wisdom of Bush, or been better adherents to the faith of George, then the war wouldn’t have been lost. President Bush gets to leave office a winner. It is his successor that will have to pay for sloppy seconds to his diseased decisions and putrid policies.

George will get to say, see I told you I was right, no matter what happens. Hoohah, you’ve been had my Green Wearing Lad.

A lyric from a war with better words, but less fire power.

You who build the altars now
to sacrifice these children,
you must not do it anymore.
A scheme is not a vision
and you never have been tempted
by a demon or a god.
….

And if you call me brother now,
forgive me if I inquire,
“Just according to whose plan?”
When it all comes down to dust
I will kill you if I must,
I will help you if I can.
…
And mercy on our uniform,
man of peace or man of war,
the peacock spreads his fan. — Cohen

They would have you believe that by continuing the mistake you will fix it, correct it, make it all better.

Burn the finger even more, that’s the cure.

A wrong path followed longer is path to where? You can see the back of your head by staring into the distant space, if light travels faster, and if the universe is a perfect sphere. Too bad two wrongs about this world that is, not your pretend world that isn’t. To fix a mistake, first know the mistake. Perhaps a drunken president can not understand his own addiction, his own affliction. He is so unaware of his failures he must avoid them. He staggers naked to his old drunkards podium, a hero for the ages, strutting across White House stages.

At last the sailors said to each other,
‘Come and let us cast lots to find out who
is to blame for this ordeal.’ So they cast
lots and the lot fell on Jonah. — Jonah 1,7

The Bush Administration wants the Iraq war to continue past their term. The natural drawdown of troops can be announced, and credit taken now. President Bush gets to claim success and take another victory bow. This will give his flack catchers in the Congress enough cover for another six months. The Democrats have been checked. They have no move. Their chance to make a move has passed.

For the next president to solve the Iraq stalemate, he must cut the Iraqis free from our failures and mistakes that are sinking their country and region into catastrophic terror. This action would allow the Iraqis to solve the problem and bring their views to the world.

For there to be a successful Democratic president, Iraq must be solved while it remains a Republican cross. They won’t. Instead they see this as a bickering chip. The easy path is to discuss bicycle paths wrapped in highway legislation. They seem ready to lose everything, rather than lose their seat. It is impossible for the Democrats to demonstrate skill, it has been so long since any of them worked out their thoughts. so long since they tried.

President Bush can keep them cringing for cover, saluting his solution, thinking they’ll win in the end. They are wrong. This is a battle in which the last man standing is lost. Iraq will take down the next president, keeping her tied up in George’s vines long enough to swamp any domestic boat. The sand trap of Iraq can’t be played thru, so the next presidency will be one term. The Republicans will renew themselves and the Democrats will be succeeded by a Republican. A general arisen from and anointed in Iraq.

By conducting a feckless war, the Bushovics have been able to further dismantle the America they fear, and continue our castration begun by Reagan.

Gaining the peace at home is like playing Hot Potato with a live IED, even the winner loses something. This continues the Y2K collapse of American Empire. No transition without tremor. Trebuchets used to transfer our baton of state. Our gilded towns no longer Rouge, but rude.