Dear Dubya: You’re Stylin’ Now!
by
Tom Chartier
by Tom Chartier
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Yo
Dude! What is that bodacious bauble blazoned on your breast?! Is
that what I think it is? Are you wearing a… medal? You look
fit to bust with pride. One might think you had accomplished
some sort of dangerous mission like telling Laura that you are out
of gin.
And it’s not
just any medal is it? It’s a Purple
Heart! Tres Chic oh Magnificent Moron in Chief.
Where the heckers
did you get that!? Kinda makes you look like Idi Amin or Benito
Mussolini. Well, if you got it, flaunt it!
Exactly when
(and where?)
were you wounded
in combat? As I recall… probably much better than you do… Daddy
Bush pulled some strings and you skipped out on any combat when
you were at prime cannon fodder age. You Dynastic
Bushes sure are sneaky devils.
So let me take
a guess. How did you get wounded? You were drunk, dancing naked
on top of a table and you fell off. No?
Well, it seems
Vietnam War veteran Bill
Thompson is a recipient of not one but three Purple Hearts
legitimately earned for his service to the country when he was wounded
in combat. Thompson and his wife, Georgia, decided to give
you one of his. What a nice guy! Now that’s supporting your
Democratic Dictator!
In Bill’s
words: "We feel emotional wounds and scars are as hard to carry
as physical wounds." However delusional you may be my Dear
Leader Guy, neither did you get PTSD from taking questions from
Helen Thomas nor did you suffer wounds when watching Keith Olbermann.
Well, Bill
is entitled to do what he wants with his Purple Heart even if that
means flushing
it down the toilet. Which seems to be exactly what he’s done
with this one.
Who am I to
pass judgment anyway? In Bill’s opinion it seems you, The Commander
Guy, have suffered the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune!
Hm… I think
that you have been the beneficiary of a force field protecting
you from those slings and arrows. But your fortune certainly
is outrageous!
The wounds
for which you are being decorated are hurt feelings as a result
of that cruel Democratic Congress, that unfeeling Pelosi woman and
the anger of 62
per cent of the American public. Poor baby! Time to get out
the snuggly blue blankey!
As well, journalists
number among those who have wounded your feelings. Therefore, writers
like myself have had a hand in this? Cool! Looks like some
of the Fourth
Estate has been doing its job.
So! Where’s
my medal? Where’s my Purple Heart? Slings and arrows?
I’ll tell you about slings and arrows. Would you like to
peruse my file of pro-Bush hate mail?
Lemme tell
you Dubya Dude, back in the days when Americans were keen supporters
of your War Party, I was the lucky recipient of heaps of hate mail.
I’ve saved every one in the file labeled: "Free Speech."
There are plenty
of courageous writers in whose shadows I stand. Let’s start passing
out those Purple Hearts to all the patriotic writers who have defended
the First Amendment by writing factual articles that rain on the
neocon parade.
And while we’re
at it: what about the Congressional
Medal of Honor? Don’t you think defending the Constitution of
the United States against enemies foreign and domestic qualifies
for one? Let’s honor those who have tried to stop that schmuck in
the Oval Office who is bent on destroying that which he
swore
to defend.
First on the
list? Seymour Hersh. Then there’s John Pilger, Justin Raimondo,
Keith Olbermann, Uri Avnery, Jimmy Carter, Valerie Plame, Joe Wilson,
John Dean, Dahr Jamial, Karen Kwiatkowski, Lew Rockwell, Chris Floyd,
Robert Parry, Mike (in Tokyo) Rogers, Frank Rich, Jacob Hornberger,
Noam Chomsky, Christopher Ketcham, Riverbend, Jon Stewart, Bill
Maher, Eric Margolis, Charlie Reese, Fred Reed, Michael Gaddy, Jason
Leopold, Jeff Halper, William Rivers Pitt, Kelpie Wilson, Greg Palast,
Ehren Watada, Howard Dean, Dennis Kucinich, Ron Paul, General John
Batiste… there’s thousands of deserving honorees.
But, back to
that Purple Heart of yours, I am confused. How come you didn’t wear
that shiny new medal when the
Queen of England came over for dinner? Did you decide not to
wear the medal because the Queen and Prince Philip might have asked
to see the wound? Do you feel awkward wearing a medal bearing on
it the image of a real president and patriot, George Washington?
Is it conceivable that the contents of your Cro-Magnon
cranium contain an inkling of the difference between right and
wrong? More likely, you simply forget where you put it. Try looking
in Adhamiya. It’ll be "safe" there, thanks to you.
Regarding
his gift to you of a Purple Heart, Bill Thomas commented:
"He
didn’t feel like he had earned it."
Well Decider
Guy, why don’t you put your worthlessness… oops I mean worthiness,
to the test? Here’s the perfect scientific experiment.
Pin that Purple Heart to your left breast and parade through the
wards at the Walter Reed Ghetto. Let’s see what the men and women
rotting there have to say about it.
Elizabeth
Gyllensvard contributed to and edited this story.
May
15, 2007
Tom
Chartier [send him mail]
played lead guitar in legendary Los Angeles punk band The Rotters
for 26 years until their final appearance in January of 2004. He
has lived in Tokyo and Los Angeles. Currently he resides somewhere
in the Caribbean.
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