Can I kick it? No, you can't.

My Pat Robertson Moment

Last week, certified crazy person, Pat Robertson made, in what is now an annual ritual, his predictions for the upcoming year. In an unusual turn, Pat is predicting doom and horror. God revealed to him that there would be an attack resulting in a "mass killing."

"I'm not necessarily saying it's going to be nuclear," Robertson said. "The Lord didn't say nuclear. But I do believe it will be something like that."

Of course, the lord would never have said "nuclear."

"Nookyoolar" maybe...

Now, Pat's record of prediction is pretty solid. A year ago, Robertson said that God told him that storms and possibly a tsunami were to crash into America's coastline in 2006. Let's go to the scorecard:

America 1, Tsunamis 0

But lest we forget that New England had heavy rains (in the spring of all times!) and had experienced some flooding. Well, Pat didn't, and says that's close enough for faith-based government grants.

This past Monday, White House Press Secretary, Tony Snow, in an attempt to grease the American anus ahead of the President's upcoming speech on troop escalations, went to the well yet again.

Snow said that the president "understands there is a lot of public anxiety" about the war. But on the other hand, he said that Americans "don't want another September 11."

Alas, it is inevitable.

There is nothing that we can do about it. Terrorist attacks will be prevented, some will succeed, Americans will be murdered, and that's the 21st Century.

Another September 11th is a guarantee.

It's right there on the calendar, on a Tuesday, just like in 2001. It will follow September 10th like clockwork, and not even the president, his grotesque trampling of the Constitution, or our powerful military can stop it. Only the dead can avoid another September 11th, and I would like to remind George W. Bush of that fact, and wish him the best.

The smart money says the President's speech tomorrow night where he will propose an escalation of troop levels will be couched in the theme of "sacrifice." Even the cynic that I am is having a hard time believing that he would dare invoke that word, let alone the concept when it comes to America's war in Iraq.

If you didn't ask us for help in 2001, when Americans and citizens all over the world would have been absolutely willing to do nearly anything to support our troops in what could have been a noble cause, don't you dare use that word now.

You are a reprehensible person, Mr. Bush. You have lived the dilettante's life, dabbling in this and that, pissing away other people's money, and skimming the surface of life as you dove head first into decades of drug and alcohol abuse, all the while being bailed out by your father's connections, and never taking responsibility for anything. You went to Andover and Yale, and got below average marks. You joined the Texas Air National Guard and trained to fly obsolete planes that weren't being used in Vietnam, because you knew it would keep you out of harm's way.

And you went AWOL even from that soft duty.

Sacrifice, for you, is something that other people do. The military and their families have sacrificed enough for your fruitless war of choice. Either reinstate the draft and actually support the men and women you have cynically used as props at every stage of your presidency, or bring them home.

"Sacrifice." Give me a break.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007