Garlictorial: The 4th Anniversary, Or "How I Invaded and Occupied Iraq and All I Got Were These Lousy Iranian Bombs"

Boy, has the Legacy Shopping taken a big hit these last few weeks.

Emboldened to eschew the Iraq Study Group, not to mention the November 06 election mandate from "we the people", our Court Appointed President and his gang, er, Administration had it all figured out.

Throw, or, in their words, "surge" more troops into the Civil War, club down the centuries-old hatred and violence in mere months, then order the bunting for the unveiling of George W. Bush Boulevard in downtown Baghdad.

Legacy all wrapped up. The remaining days in office can be spent going over the Bush Library donor list, to hit them again, notifying them that the price of the legacy has gone up.

Funny thing, in order to go Legacy Shopping you have to, kind of, done something.

Something good. Something selfless. Something that betters others. Something for the common good.

Instead, we've had a six-year (with the camera still running) John Carpenter film, the daily takes, be they from Iraq or Washington, getting grimmer and grimmer as this movie plays on.

Shock and Awe had quickly spiraled into "Aw, Shucks", as pillar after pillar of their false claims to go to war in Iraq crumbled, only later to see whatever integrity they had left crumble from the winds of Katrina.

Lies to protect the "Aw Shucks" turned into criminal charges, which turned into "Aw, Shit" after Dana Priest and The Washington Post visited the Walter Reed Medical Center Outpatient section, which turned into "Aw, Double Shit" as soon as Karl Rove, Harriet Meirs and Crony General Alberto Gonzales huddled around and chanted "Romper, bomper, stomper boo. Tell me, tell me, tell me, do. Magic mirror, tell me today. Which U.S. Attorneys get to stay?"

Oh, Lordy, Lord, but for the good, old days, when a lame duck president did little more that cutting ribbons at some memorial opening ceremony, have photo-op festivals with other world leaders who knew they were a lame duck and dread the opening of baseball season, when they knew they would be mercilessly booed throwing out the first pitch.

But these Bushies have drive. They are staying the course. It's Legacy, or Bust, nothing inbetween, nothing short of that.

It will be fascinating to watch, as they claw at the air, desperate to latch on to a thread of Legacy, something they can trumpet as victory.

And we've seen the signals of a new Legacy-maker being auditioned, White House Central Casting knocking on Iran's door with the five-minute warning, admonishing them to be sure to hit their marks and to stay to the written script.

They don't want to leave town with having set the Middle East ablaze and no parting gifts to tote away.

Hey, wait a minute, that's a Legacy, right?

Links

Iraq at Four Years: The Past is Indeed Prologue

The Ides of March 2003

Four Years Later... And Counting

McClatchy Newspapers: Iraq Cost in Blood and Dollars

Transcript: President Bush Delivers Remarks on the War in Iraq

Garlictorial - We’ll Need That Table


Excuse me, but is that a legacy in your pocket or you just glad to see me?