pres(iden)tidigitation

Correct me if I'm wrong, but a couple of weeks ago, didn't our noxious bumpkin of a president call a big meeting at Camp David that was intended to finally, fully, flesh out a victory and post-war strategy for Iraq? The meeting was big news at the time, with right-leaning pundits nodding sagely and letting us know that George and his fellow goodfellas were going to roll up their sleeves and do the hard brain work so that we could finally kick this war on terror into high gear and win.

Then, all of a sudden on Monday, instead of planning how to win the war on terror, George was photo-opping in the Green Zone and getting lauded for his bravery because he boldly sneaked into Baghdad under cover of night and escorted by fighter planes, wore twenty-five pounds of body armor and a cadre of Special Forces people to get around the city once he was off of Air Force One, and then high-tailed it out of there after a magnificent five-hour visit.

The Baghdad trip was touted as a presidential "victory lap" far and wide, and Bush's apparent psychic ability to look somebody in the eye and see what kind of person they are was once again taking up space in the media that wasn't being used for any substantive reporting anyway. Then his eminence George came home, swaggered and talked tough for a couple of days, and kicked off election season 2006.

Meanwhile, whatever happened to that unbelievably important conference at Camp David? Apparently, it wasn't really necessary after all, as it has fallen off the radar as if it never even existed. The Camp David meeting never was real. It was a cover story. Nothing really seems to have been accomplished by Bush going to Baghdad other than his getting a good couple of days worth of photo opportunity and media fellation.

I can only think of one reason why a small, small man like George Bush went to Baghdad on that exact day.



Somebody had better check Zarqawi's corpse.

See if it still has ears.