Posted on January 30th, 2008 by Gavin M.
Above: Unter Den Hinden
If you want to know how well Bush did with something involving coordinated movement, speech, human metabolic processes, or any of his other challenges, go check Assrocket — that’s what I always say.
Mr. John Hinderaker of the Powerline blog (and the Claremont Institute) places his fingers ponderingly on his chin, nips his pen cap between his teeth, and emits wisdom:
State of the Union, Origins of the Surge
I missed President Bush’s State of the Union speech tonight; we tuned in just in time to see Chuck Schumer standing and applauding.
This is like if you ran into Christopher Hitchens on the street, and Hitchens was like, “I forgot to have a drink this afternoon, but I nipped into a bar just in time for the 10-cent Buffalo wings.” You’re inclined to believe him just because it’s so slappingly unlikely. Goebbels knew all about this human tendency. Regardless, I genuinely think we’re learning something here.
By then the speech was about over, but even the last five minutes were a useful reminder of the President’s power, even in the last year of his administration.
I.e., Bush said various things, and audience members, at times, stood up and applauded as though they knew they were being watched and judged on national television by voters and tee-vee pundits — proving that unlike Obama and Hillary, Bush is in fact president, as opposed to not-president. He is, as a pure fact-on-the-ground, special in that way. Proving his specialness, et seq.
We didn’t live blog the speech tonight, but a number of our readers did, here. Their running commentary (including some by a handful of liberals) gives a pretty good sense of the evening.
I feel a bit guilty, by the way, because a number of referrals tonight came from Google searches on “live blog the state of the union.” I trust that those Googlers figured out they had linked to another year’s speech.
Unfair, because what about all those Googlers searching for ‘dude shooting a rocket out of his ass?’ Also, no quotes means false-positive results on possible Powerline phrases, “I live in a hell of my own making,” “2004 blog of the year!” “the state of my penis is quite more detumescent these days than before, actually,” “beauty contests such as the Miss America pageant are the pinnacle of the lively arts, circa 2008 AD,” and “I’m hip to the popular music: Like, oh, what’s that song the kids were listening to awhile ago? The telegram force and ready, the fine line drawing? The union of the snake, it’s on the climb?”
If you’re looking for an alternative to SOTU commentary, check out Fred Barnes’ cover story in this week’s Weekly Standard: “How Bush Decided on the Surge.” It’s a riveting account of what was probably the most important decision of Bush’s eight years. Here is the conclusion:
Verdict: Bush flopped like a floppy flopping-thing, and was not Hindy’s champion and personal Stretch Armstrong toy last night. There was teeth-gritting and muttering, soul-searching, even. Shallow, shallow soul-searching of the papery-thin Powerline kind.
The 20-minute speech on January 10, 2007, was not Bush’s most eloquent. And it wasn’t greeted with applause. Democrats condemned the surge and Republicans were mostly silent. Polls showing strong public opposition to the war in Iraq were unaffected.
But the president, as best I could tell, wasn’t looking for affirmation. He was focused solely on victory in Iraq. The surge may achieve that. And if it does, Bush’s decision to spurn public opinion and the pressure of politics and intensify the war in Iraq will surely be regarded as the greatest of his presidency.
It’s fascinating stuff; check it out.
Translation: Bush sucks and everyone, in some measure, knows it. His hat is hung on a bendy-straw. This, since other casuistries are unavailable, must certainly be Bush’s very strength: Sucking. Plus, of course, any program or idea that isn’t currently destroyed, on fire, or leaking toxic spew. E.g., the surge.
A fitting end for their kind — if their kind ever gave up, which they totally freaking don’t.