BushCo's Wasp Nest

When I was ten years old, we spent a summer in San Antonio, Texas while my dad, 38 at the time, went through boot camp after being drafted to serve in Korea. We rented a home in a pleasant neighborhood, and one of the new friends I made was Pepe, the gardener for the home across the street. Pepe didn’t speak much English, and I don’t think he was too bright either, because I clearly remember the day he tried to take out a hornets nest by spraying it with a water hose. My brother and I thought watching him run screaming down the street with a swarm of wasps hot on his trail was funny, but then at the time we weren’t any brighter than Pepe.

It is really sad to say that I think our president is a whole lot like Pepe. Confronted with the problem of terrorism, he and his cronies have chosen to launch our tech laden military in their “war terrorism”. Like Pepe they chose the wrong weapon, but they took it one giant step further and chose to fight their fight in a place that had no relation at all to terrorism.

And what’s been going on behind their backs while they flail away at the nest they said was filled with wasps? The LA Times has compiled a report card. http://www.latimes.com/media/acrobat/2007-11/33860990.pdf By every measure, they have exposed the world and the U.S. to much greater danger than existed five years ago. To top it off, they have arrested and illegally dealt with thousands of prisoners who have never been found guilty of anything – more water on the Al Qaida nest.

And yet, some people find ways to support this negative nonsense. The rest of us had better find a way to turn off BushCo’s water and start focusing on the real terrorists and targeted actions before the wasps figure out that all our methods are useless against them.


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