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.