Beating the Bush for Political Gain
July 7, 2003. Bush leaves for Africa to beat the bush for financial and political gain. Ostensibly, he is there seeking to promote U.S. assistance for treating—and preventing?—AIDS. The problem for this administration regarding this trip is that it almost appears to be beneficent, giving a helping hand to men and women who happen to be mostly poor and always Black. And AIDS prevention would appear to suggest promoting the use of condoms. As is usual with the Bush regime, things are not always what they seem. The standard bait-and-switch is poised for implementation, as Bush remarked to the press corps: “The American sheeple just take whatever we tell 'em and make the best out of it and assume I, their POTUS, can do no wrong. If we tell 'em we're helping Africa with AIDS and the war on terrorism, their hearts will glow warm because they'll think a number of things that ain't so, like that this has anything to do with humanitarianism—but we all know that any humanitarianism is just there to shut up the liberals and make my administration look good and generous and Christian, which we're not. Like we have so much moola we're willing to share our bounty with others, as if anything could possibly be farther from the truth. Or that this trip will actually help the poor people of Africa—but we all know that it's designed to funnel taxpayer money into my drug company buddies' pockets. And, because it supports and is supported by the fundamentalist Christian right, this presidency teaches only abstinence to prevent AIDS. We all know that that just ain't practical, but, hey, it gives us an 'in' to influence the average African heathen pagan. So, it looks good politically, but, in the end, it serves nobody but our rich white presidential selves. Like, what else didja expect?! Mohawk Gandy, maybe?
“The only reason Africa is on the U.S. radar right now—contrary to my campaign statements—is because we want to secure our oil interests worldwide. And sending troops to Liberia gives us a convenient excuse to set up some bases thereabouts, even though we'd rather not waste our disposable troops there—Condi nattered on and on about how the U.S. founded Liberia as a freed slave colony, but we did it on top of indigenous peoples and are responsible for the mess over there. But I wasn't listening to any of that because I was too busy thinking about the next time I can play Top Gun. I haven't pretended to decide yet whether to send in troops or not—everyone knows that's Karl's job, and he may not want to play with any more tanks and guns if we hafta be all faggoty-multilateral-international. Warm-fuzzy mushy nonsense—not at all cowboy-like. Karl might be more willing to send in the Marines if it's a unilateral invasion where we can take over more oil real estate. Anyway, he better tell me what to pretend to decide before I get into that meeting and end up looking even more stupid.
“All I know is that I'd rather stay home at Crawford this time. I mean, it's not like I'm actually trying or even condescending to meet with Nelson Mandela, and it's not like I'm meeting with the African Union. So, anyone who's actually following this can see that this is just another campaign photo op, only I don't get to wear my flight gear and land on a carrier this time.
“And, besides—I never went farther than my own backyard before poppy bought me this keen POTUS job, so I'm just trying to look on the bright side and pretend that this is yet another nifty vacation trip at U.S. taxpayer expense. Karl sez I better at least feign a modicum of interest this time, but I don't know what 'feign' or 'modicum' means. All I know is I don't give a wet flip about a dumb ol' country like Africa. I get bored to tears just thinking about it, even if Laura says I can have all the coloring books I want. Maybe Karl will change his mind and get me a carrier to land on after all.”