I see no one posted this incredibly smart and funny editorial by Mark Morford from the San Francisco Chronicle, so I thought I'd share it.
Leave Poor Dubya Alone? Yeah, Right
You must read it all but I'll include some of the best comments:
I get this a lot, from the distraught and Bush-embarrassed right, whenever I happily cough up Dubya's name in a column that would seem to have nothing whatsoever to do with our bumbling, neck-groping disaster of a whimpering leader...
It has become the default wail, the last remaining lament available to a frazzled GOP, a group now completely unable to dredge up a single defensible position for Bush in the wake of so much scandal and abuse and wiretapping, failed war and environmental devastation and global meltdown...
Indeed, Dubya may not be in the lousy cup of coffee I recently had at a downtown cafe. He might not be in the crappy sitcoms or in the price of designer jeans or in the sad fact that Led Zeppelin has yet to join iTunes.
But you know what? He might as well be. Because this is the feeling. It is a general sickness, a vague nausea, a sense that, in fact, far beyond just miserable foreign policy and tax breaks for the rich and a single nasty, botched war, the whole system, all aspects of culture and American life have somehow been tainted, darkened, poisoned.
George W. Bush may have attained the ignoble status as one of the least popular presidents in American history, but the fact is, he's accomplished something far more impressive: He's proven himself to be one of the most systematically, comprehensively toxic. And really, whose fault is that?