Villainy

I'd like to address the Republicans for a moment, if I may. I know that out of the 15-20 or so people who read this blog (stop counting in your head, I padded the number. happy?), approximately NONE of you voted for B*sh, but lets play along shall we? I could be wrong. Now, Republicans: When we Democrats, (Or "Independents," "Liberals," "Tree-huggers," "Baby-killers," I honestly don't know what your people call my people when we're out of earshot), when we so frequently say that George W B*sh “has blood on his hands,” I don’t think you quite grasp what that metaphor means. You people seem to think it’s a reference to the crucifixion of Jesus. If you'd spent half the amount of time READING your bible that you spend noisily misinterpreting it, you might realize just how terribly un-christlike this man is. This is not a peaceful man. This is not a man who has shown any desire toward self-sacrifice. He's got 300 million perfectly good bodies to toss on top of the proverbial grenade first. No conscience whatsoever. I can’t BELIEVE that half the country actually buys that contrite mask he tosses onto his face when he talks about war. Somehow I think that wanker sleeps better at night than I do. In fact I know it. I KNOW his dreams aren't tortured with images of dancing electric chairs, hanging chads, abridged Bills of Rights, Strategic Defense Initiaves, Iraqi-child ‘collateral damage,’ national debt, bunker-busting nuclear warheads, crucifix-adorned American flags, free speech zones, blacklisted homosexuals, national park oil fields, back alley abortions, land-mined playgrounds, 2.5 SUVs per family, arsenic tap-water, mid-east war, south-east war, civil war and an American military death in Iraq every 12.5 hours.
Aaaanyway…
If our words have any symbolic meaning beyond the obvious metaphor (hint - it's OTHER people's blood on his hands, get it now?), it's quite the opposite of a reference to Jesus. You people are all so moral and pious, didn't you even bother reading to the END of the Bible? Quoth the Book of Revelations, 6:8:

And yea, in mockery of the Lord God Almighty, the Angel of Death will rise up as a Burning Bush, and Pestilence, War, and Famine will follow in the terrible power of the Bush, quartering the earth in their spoils.

Now, I'm no theologian, but that seems fairly straightforward to me.

OK fine, so he may, I say MAY, not be the angel of death. He may not be the anti-christ. I actually see him more like the super-villain in a James Bond movie (except for the "super-genius" part). Everyone's seen the movies and knows the formula. You know: There's that part of the movie where Bush has the USA captured and helpless, and he's all smug in the fact that it can't possibly escape his clutches this time. But instead of simply shooting the USA in the head and continuing unchecked through his devious plot, he has to toy with the country, taunt it, show it around his secret lair and try to crush the American spirit before killing it in an dramatically elaborate way. He shows the country his spiffy flight-suit, and bulletproof windows, takes the nation on a tour of his nuclear silo, spaceship hanger, chemical weapons lab, and Lincoln bedroom. Then he introduces the US to the desirable bikini-clad Great Britain, who immediately falls for the US's charms and is essentially good at heart but has been coerced into George W's monomaniacal plans for world domination, and now can only secretly hope that the US will fight a way to freedom again for them both. And then at the end of the tour comes the obligatory shark tank. So then just as George W. is lowering the bound and gagged US into the deadly reach of the frenzied sharks, the nation manages to wriggle free of its bonds. And what, dear friends, does the US do at this critical moment, this climax of a multi-million-dollar movie? Why it's obvious, you fools, you've seen the films. The U.S quite resourcefully looks over at its impossibly high-tech magnetic watch, then concentrates carefully on the metal switch across the room that would enable the irreversible self-destruct sequence for George W B*sh's entire fortress, then takes a deep breath, and yells: "President B*SH! President B*SH! I nearly escaped, you'd better retie me, only tighter this time!"

Yep.