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Hey Joe: What do you think of Bush's so-called "troop surge" plan for Iraq?
Hillary Clinton, Washington, D.C.
Before observing Bush's psychology via television, I had my doubts about the movie The Three Faces of Eve, based upon the life of a person with multiple personalities. But after studying him closely, I am convinced. Presently, he represents the true meaning of "in denial" regarding the lie he told about WMD, which triggered the Iraq conflict. Since the war's beginning, better than 3,000 soldiers have been killed, and there's no telling how many have been maimed.
Only God knows how many innocent people abroad and families at home have undergone such trauma because of injuries to service-connected relatives. Yet Bush appears before television cameras, carefully picking his spots (like military bases where opinions of him are more favorable) to emphasize that he is protecting America. He deems those who disagree with his philosophy, like Cindy Sheehan, unpatriotic. It's a psychological ploy used before the nation to belittle their character.
A self-proclaimed compassionate conservative of which there is no such thing embraced by Evangelicals, he was given the presidency by so-called justices who used a law of the 1700s and resurrected it in 2000 to beat Al Gore. At the time of the law's existence, blacks were excluded from "We the People." Because of this law the votes of blacks were denied, even after the nightmare of fighting for the right to vote. In all probability, millions of white voters also experienced the same.
Bush, in his anxiety to establish a democratic government in Iraq, missed the opportunity at home to exemplify the true meanings of democracy and Christianity. Had he wanted to cement his legacy, devoid of politics and selfishness, he could have achieved it by stepping up and announcing to the nation that how he won the presidency was far from democratic and declared Gore the winner by majority rule. Had this occurred, he would have defied an outmoded law and avoided placing his hand on the Bible, when sworn in to uphold an anti-Christ constitution. Had this happened, he would be loved by blacks and whites.
Now he seeks a legacy at the expense of the American people. In every respect, his approval rating is low because of lying, blaming others for his shortcomings and acting the part of a spoiled brat: Whatever Junior wants, Junior gets. His presidency has exposed the corruptness of politics. Congress is in a confused state of decision-making because it hasn't taken a stand regarding his lie. At present, despite all the bickering, the lie is hardly mentioned. Now he claims to have a new strategy to correct what he created. Bush should know that genuine leadership never puts country or followers in harm's way by entertaining illusions, which he's doing with "troop surge."
Transform "surge" into "insurgence" and it's "troop insurgence," which is how our soldiers will be viewed in Iraq. 'Fess up to your lie, George. Don't be like George Washington, who said he never told a lie. Show the country your patriotism and recuse yourself as president. Allow some decent human being a chance, without hang-ups like "Mission Accomplished." Someone people abroad can trust, so a peaceful solution can be derived and differences resolved.
Prince Joe Henry, one of professional baseball's original "clowns," was an all-star infielder for Negro League baseball teams in Memphis, Indianapolis and Detroit throughout the 1950s. But up until the late 1940s, Prince Joe didn't know anything about the Negro Leagues. His knowledge of organized baseball was limited to the Cardinals and Browns games he attended during his preteen years at Sportsman's Park, accompanied by lifelong buddy Eugene "Gene" Crittendon, who could pass for white. Perhaps Henry's most vivid memory of those games: Upon entry, white ushers would politely escort the boys to a small section of the left-field stands reserved for "Colored." After climbing past several tiers of bleachers, they'd arrive at their stop, rows and rows behind their white counterparts. Even at a young age, the boys were conscious of the double standard -- and determined to vent their disdain. The opportunity would arise with the urge to urinate. Rather than head for the latrine, the boys would edge their way to the front of the section and let fly. As the liquid foamed its way down the concrete steps toward the white kids, Henry and his pal would ease back and relax, politely rooting for the visiting team to beat the hell out of the Browns or the Cards. After all, Henry and Crittendon hailed from Brooklyn, Illinois, a small, predominantly black township just east of the Mississippi River. So hospitable were the residents of Brooklyn that they were known to take in a rank stranger, treat him to breakfast, lunch, supper and a night out on the town -- and afterward, if he messed up, treat him to a good ass-whippin'. Direct questions on any and all topics to firstname.lastname@example.org. If we don't like yours, we'll hit Joe with our own.