Bush Pulls Yet Another Bait-and-Switch PR Stunt for Hand-Picked Live Troops, Continues to Ignore Dead/Wounded Troops
November 30, 2003. Now that Republican front-man George W. Bush’s tippy-top secret campaign PR stump stopover to Baghdad has been revealed to an unsuspecting public, neocon strategist Karl Rove offered details regarding the brief trip and its goals.
“Well,” stated Rove, “it’s all part of the administration’s ‘Respect Our Dead Soldiers,’ or RODS initiative, where, by ‘respect,’ we mean ‘ignore’ and where, by ‘dead,’ we mean ‘not out there laying their highly expendable butts on the front lines to defend our Iraq-based oil operations.’” He paused. “I wanted to name the initiative ‘RUBES,’ as in ‘Respect Unusable But Expended Soldiers,’ but I was voted down—looks like a few mightier-than-thou administration weenies will have their political heads handed to them on a silver platter, but, hey, I can bide my time and take my revenge when it best suits me.
“But I digress. The point here is that, just like ‘Clear Skies,’ where we unleash the country’s worst polluters on the environment, and ‘Healthy Forests,’ where we loose the loggers and let them annihilate the nation’s public woodlands, this initiative has to have a name meaning the opposite of what it does. That’s just good PR. After all, not even a self-respecting Republican can be counted upon to support accurately-named initiatives—like our ‘Poor-Raping Tax Cuts’ or our ‘Big Pharm-Pandering, Old Geezer-Screwing Health Care Reform’ efforts—at least, not until we’ve finished implementing the initiative we affectionately call ‘Everybody Votes, and All Votes Are Counted Fairly.’
“But I see that I’ve digressed again. Let me try to put it in simple terms for those of you who, unlike me, haven’t attended half a dozen colleges without actually graduating from any of them. Look at it this way. With the tacit blessing of a complicit corporate White House media corps, our illustrious President foolhardily risked his nigh-worthless life to attend a photo op with roughly 600 hand-picked troops in Baghdad. The very invasion itself was minutely timed around this particular PR stunt—flying the turkey into Baghdad for the troops on Thansgiving. And, believe me, the logistics were a challenge. Do you have any idea how insanely difficult it was to find that many uninformed—I mean, uniformed—personnel who could be counted on unequivocally to cheer for the President once he stepped out from behind the curtain? And even with all our repeated circumspection, interviews, background checks, and double-checks, our efforts still failed to meet with unalloyed success: one well-aimed forkful of mashies with giblet gravy did in fact manage to land ker-splat on His Highness’s well-pimpled nose, an unfortunate event which our friends in the media have already slavishly avowed to hush up because they know their jobs—nay, their lives—depend on it. I won’t even discuss what’s in store for the ungrateful cur who launched his victuals to voice his assiduously unreasonable displeasure at being sent potentially to his death to fight for the rights of American corporations to liberate Iraq’s oil. Beyond assuring you that he is already in custody at Guantanamo Bay, all I will say is this: keep watching Fox News. When you see that one fateful story in which disaster strikes a seemingly unwitting serviceman and his entire extended family amid circumstances of twisted, gruesome irony, you will recognize my handiwork and know that justice has been served and the President’s dignity avenged.” Rove paused, appearing to relish a bit of introspection upon some grisly possible fates for the offending serviceman.
“Well, I really seem to be having some difficulty staying on topic today. Where was I? Oh, yeah. For those of you who are foolhardy enough to second-guess my judgment and ask why in the name of all things sensible did the President fly halfway around the world and back to spend two hours in Baghdad rather than take the same total amount of time visiting injured and maimed soldiers here at home or attending dead soldiers’ funerals, I advise you to listen well to my answer so that you may be fully shocked and awed by it. There are actually several reasons for His Highness’s secret trip to Baghdad. It was secret so that the public would not have time to protest such an egregious squandering of taxpayer dollars. Furthermore, this administration’s policy is to thoroughly ignore injured and dead soldiers because acknowledging them in any way whatsoever draws undue attention to their very existence—a highly inconvenient existence, if you must know, because it points an undeniable finger at the growing number of casualties coming out of Iraq and our culpability in causing them. Oh, there are so many if’s—what if we hadn’t assimilated Iraq into our empire by violence; what if we had spent taxpayer dollars to equip our troops instead of insisting that they buy their own equipment, like socks and rucksacks and bullet-proof vests—that it is simply inconvenient to deal with in the public eye. People say that the government should be run like a business, and that’s exactly what we’re doing: let the monied elite make all the decisions in secret from behind closed doors and hand them down by decree to the great unwashed masses of peasants. This is democracy in action, folks. You asked for it; you got it.
“Another issue with allowing the President to have even the slightest contact with dead or injured soldiers or their families is that those traitors cannot be trusted to support this administration at all costs. They might blame us for the injuries or deaths of their loved ones—a catastrophe that cannot be allowed to occur because it would burst the President’s fragile bubble of belief that the entire world supports him 100% in everything he did, does, or ever will do. And we can’t have that. And another problem with soiling his Highness’s rarefied, sanctified air by allowing it to commingle with the breath of dead or injured traitors or their families is that many of these so-called individuals are likely to voice dissent not only with the President’s imperial policies but also with the ill-treatment they perceive soldiers are receiving both in deployment and upon return home. Peasants are greedy, you know—very greedy. They get upset whenever we reduce their hazard pay or their benefits—or when we reduce full-time military personnel to begging for food stamps just to put enough cat food on the table. Honestly, there is just no satisfying some people …
“Do you dare to ask why I call injured and dead soldiers ‘traitors’? Because they were reckless enough to get themselves injured or killed in the first place, of course. They failed their country by allowing themselves to be taken off the battlefield, alive or dead, without first destroying every real or perceived threat in their path. In short, a soldier on the hoof has value to us. Granted, that value is minuscule and can be measured in terms of a few odd pennies—and I mean what the average American would think of as a few odd pennies, not our good friends at Enron. Off the hoof, however, a soldier is just so much taxpayer burden—burden that our wealthy voter base would rather not waste precious money on for food, medicine, housing, education, jobs, etc. Heck, those military whiners are lucky that we don't just take all the dead and wounded soldiers sent home from Iraq and dump 'em, dead or alive, into one mass grave marked, “TRAITORS” and bury 'em once and for all—good riddance, if you ask me. So, we believe that it is the President’s prerogative—nay, duty—to snub these careless soldiers for the traitors they are and use his photo ops more wisely by spending a what-me-worry hour hither or thither with a handful of live, unwounded, on-the-hoof soldiers … convincing them—however untrue—that their President does care about their morale and welfare … when all he really wants is their votes and their unwitting complicity to help advertise and get other rubes’ votes.
“Besides … it’s so much more dramatic this way.”