Canto Two: Dubya Revealed

Bush was ecstatic, full of vinegar and piss
“Play Osama for the Liberals, the People, the Swiss!
Play him for Hans, for Putin, for Jaque!
Play him for all of those protestors that talk
‘Bout my speech problems, my faults and my little white lies
‘Bout the V.P's finger in Halliburton pies
About torture in Graib and Guantanamo Bay!”
All sins forgotten come Election Day.

“Four more years”, Bush mused, “hell, maybe eight!”
No reign is too long for George Bush the Great!”
And in his head his body grew a full twice it’s size
He was imagining himself viewed through history’s eyes
“So fire up the draft,” he boomed, “next stop Iran!
After that, Germany, France, the Sudan!
We’ll take out the Japs, just like World War One!
The Russkies for the Cold War and the Canadians for fun!”

And though the content of his speech was profane,
It’s message was surprisingly clear and urbane!
The great mask had lifted, the foul truth revealed
The whole time Bush’s mind’d been cleverly concealed
To what end?” you ask desperately, “why play such a fool?”
His manner was means to an end, twas a tool!
Look at how much the redneck did achieve
Like so much ‘bout Bush, it’s hard to believe!

Though many believe that George Bush is the guy
That put terrorist recruitment at an all-time high
And though the Taliban’s stronger than ever, some say,
Dubya’s served his country in a remarkable way!
Cuz from a resource perspective, why, Dubya’s the man
That got oil pipelines pumping through Afghanistan!
And in that land before the dusts of war could fade
Bush got the poppy fields growing for the heroin trade!

Discredited Venezuela’s Chavez , though duly elected
He wasn’t on the list of very carefully selected
Dictatorial puppets who’d never dare spoil
American interests by nationalized oil.
Bush sent in the Marines for Chavez’s protection
From the people who’d voted for Chavez’s election!
Chavez takes the next vote and Dubya still didn’t care
“Vote again!” Bush roared, Carter quoth “No! Twas fair!”

What else for this man-child with godawful diction?
Gave a drum-up for war that was essentially fiction
Why send country to war with nothing but lies?
Cuz George ‘Dubya’ Bush kept his eye on the prize:
He brought the Middle-Eastern pot and put it to boil
For Halliburton contracts and better access to oil
Say to me “this had nothing to do with the war in Iraq!”
Then you’re either naïve, Friend, or you smoke too much crack!

“But hold on,” advised Powell, as Cheney hissed like a snake
“You’ll need some type of reason, and it’s okay if it’s fake
But some type of reason to put troops on the ground,”
General Powell spoke then looked meekly around.
“Screw it!” yelled Cheney, “don’t listen to this geek!
You know he’s a pansy, you know that he’s weak!
The U’S’, of A is big, bad and strong
What need we care to look right or look wrong?”

Rummy spoke up next with a scowl and a frown:
“No he’s right, this whimpering pacifist clown.
With no reason for war the other nations won’t play
And without other nations then we’ll have to pay
For this endeavour of ours and it’s big sticker price!”
Rummy fell back asleep and up spoke Condy Rice.
“We need a reason that’ll play in the city and sticks
Cuz without something like that we come off as pricks!”

“Need a reason for war?” said Bush, “we’ll give ‘em three!
He’s a god-awful tyrant whose people ain’t free!
He’s got terrorist links with Osama and gang
And nuclear bombs will explode with a bang
And a big mushroom cloud will appear o’er our land
Unless we pound Saddam and Iraq into sand!”
Said Condy: “Master stroke! Three reasons for invasion!
We use three shifting reasons for each special occasion!

If one reason proves false or gets heavily queried
We hit ‘em with another until the people get wearied
And say, ‘alright fine then, enough is enough
Do it quickly and quietly and safely and stuff,
Just do it,’ they’ll cry, ‘do it quick as you can
Take down this awful and dangerous man
We hear your good reasons and respect your decision
And they’ll sleepily return to their Reality television.’”

All agreed this was brilliant and would work like a charm
If one of ‘em proved wrong then what was the harm?
They’d switch to the next reason, then the one after that
When that one gets knocked down, the next one’s up to bat
And though they knew there would be much debate
With enough boots on the ground it’ll be far too late.
So that’s how they sold it, those three shifting reasons
That changed over time like the change of the seasons.

-SenseChange

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