Friday, June 01, 2007

The Problem with Comparrisons


You see there is an inherent problem with comparisons - while there a similarities between two times, they are not exact. There is almost no comparison of Bush and Rove versus any other President and henchman.
The obvious is Nixon and Kissinger. By Nixon / Kissinger is better compared to Bush / Rice. With an increasingly out of touch President, talking to God in the White House and his Secretary of State- trying desperately to pull the reputation of the United States out of the toilet AND get us out of a War in a way that saves every one's face.
But then I got it. There is an weird comparison of Bush / Rove. It is to Nixon.
You see, Nixon (for all of you who don't remember - and you are lucky lucky lucky) was totally crazy. There was the evil demented Nixon, who cursed Jews, Democrats and Professors. He kept list of enemies, authorized un-needed burglaries and smeared people far and wide just for kicks. Let' call him, oh I don't know, Nixon-Rove. At the time we called him Tricky Dicky.
Then there was put upon Nixon. He with the loving wife, who used to pray for guidance, who famously told the California Media "You won't have Dick Nixon to kick around anymore." Let's call him Nixon-Bush. At the time we just called him crazy (he argued with portraits and talked to God in the hallways for goodness sakes - back in the 70's that was crazy, now it is a health reliance on religion).
So, getting ride of Rove, while it would border on orgasmically nice, wouldn't get rid of the crazy. Just of the evil that enables the crazy.
Oh, there was a time when Bush was a nice guy. A CEO President when we thought we wanted a hands off President. But the times changed and we couldn't change Presidents when that happened.
And even though I don't want Hillary (because Bush, Clinton, Bush is bad enough - we don't need a Royal Family even if they change every four or eight years), I kind of think she would be a great President. I mean when the going gets tough Hillary doesn't jump the tracks. We know that she just turns to steel and deals with the problem without drama. She has, in the parlance of the vulgar, balls. George Bush, nice guy, has gotten lost in the weeds. (Which is probably an apt metaphor for a man who's idea of fun is clearing brush in Texas. No matter how much you clear - you are never finished.)