The Continued Disconnect of George W. Bush
Fast forward to today, and Bush, that once-cocky defender of the so-called “War on Terror,” now finds himself in the curious position of not endorsing any presidential candidate.
Fast forward to today, and Bush, that once-cocky defender of the so-called “War on Terror,” now finds himself in the curious position of not endorsing any presidential candidate.
This, is the circus we’ve become, and it’s a goddamn shame.
It’s a clarion call to the forces of reactionary extremism, a blatant effort to undermine the foundational principles of democratic governance and replace them with cult worship.
As I listened to her speak, I couldn’t help but think about the sheer improbability of it all. Here was a woman who, by the standards of the not-so-distant past, wasn’t supposed to be there.
In the neon-bright nightmare of American politics, we find ourselves plummeting into a maelstrom of lunacy, orchestrated by none other than the Emperor of Excess himself, Donald J. Trump.
Trump doesn’t just invoke the name of Jesus as a political prop; he wields it like a blunt instrument, smashing through any semblance of decency or truth in his path.
So here we are, watching as the very essence of heroism is defiled by a man whose life’s work has been a sordid dance of exploitation and deceit.
Once I cheered him, savored his slick charm and deft maneuverings but he’s emerged as something more sinister — an opportunistic predator, wrapped in a veneer of charisma, who thrived on a cocktail of power and privilege.
What’s left of the Republican Party is a hollow shell, a grotesque mockery of what it once stood for.