Mother Theresa died last week.
Oh, wait, my bad: that was George H. W. Bush. He only sounded like Mother Theresa thanks to the corporate media’s snow job.
If you can bear one more column on St. George after this week’s overkill, I promise more accuracy than the mainstream’s propaganda. Even so, that propaganda should have prompted Americans to damn rather than deify Bush. That they didn’t proves they worship political power, not liberty.
Unless you’re as
out-of-touch as Bush was, you’ve probably heard about his “service to the country”
ad nauseam. That alone should enrage us. St. George sponged off our taxes in one luxurious office after another, with staff and Secret Service and other lackeys kissing his butt, each of whom also sucked our blood. Whether as a
two-term Congresscritter from Texas, ambassador to the U.N., the Republican National Committee’s head cheese, “Chief of the U. S. Liaison Office in the People’s Republic of China,” the CIA’s don, or vice president and then president of the U.S., Bush didn’t “serve” anyone. Instead, taxpayers slaved to finance his lavish, glamorous life. Plumbers, grocers, mechanics, farmers, dentists: all serve us by supplying goods and services. But an overpaid politician who glad-hands donors as the limo we buy him whisks the party to La Perignon and a four-star lunch? What a laugh.
Militarists would argue that St. George “served the country” “
[o]n his 18th birthday” when “he enlisted in the armed forces [during WWII]. The youngest pilot in the Navy when he received his wings, …he was shot down by Japanese anti-aircraft fire and was rescued… by a U. S. submarine. He was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross for bravery in action.”
But even that claim holds no water. First, America should never have meddled in another European war, let alone as an ally of the brutal Soviet Union. Given that immorality, only dissidents and draft-dodgers were heroes.
Second, “
an award-winning investigative reporter” unearthed differing versions — plural, because St. George changed his story — of Bush’s “bravery.” “
…[T]here are two unresolved issues,” Russ Baker writes. “
What did Bush know of his crew members’ fate? And how badly was his plane hit… when he decided to bail out? …as the pilot, Bush’s decision to ditch…would have doomed anyone still on board. Navy regulations dictate that officers who are thought to have abandoned crew members could be court-martialed.” Fortunately for this privileged scion,
Dad was a wealthy politician and banker. Prescott Bush’s connections would one day land him in the U.S. Senate after saving his son’s worthless hide.
St. George’s lies about this shameful episode foreshadowed the next 70 years. He lied, lied and lied some more, about everything all the time, not just
the new taxes he imposed: “
Over and over,” Russ Baker laments, “those seeking to nail down the facts about George H. W. Bush’s doings encounter what might be characterized as a sustained fuzziness; what appear at first glance to be unexceptionable details turn out, on closer examination, to be potentially important facts that slip away into confusion and deniability. Little is ever what it seems.”
Also chronicling Bush’s deceit and crimes is Roger Stone. This
“veteran of 10 national presidential campaigns” and “
senior campaign aide to four Republican presidents including Nixon, Reagan and Donald J. Trump,” wants to know St. George’s whereabouts when John F. Kennedy was murdered: “
…declassified Federal Documents [show] Bush was in Dallas November 22, 1963 steps away from Dealey Plaza and lied to the FBI to create an alibi when he said for 30 years he ‘couldn’t remember where he was.’” Intriguingly, those papers also reveal that “
George Bush called the Houston FBI Bureau seven minutes after the president has been killed, essentially to establish that he’s in Tyler, Texas, that he’s not in Dallas… And then… he says that he intends to fly back to Dallas that evening and will be in Dallas at the Sheraton Hotel. But… [h]e flies back to Houston that night. In fact, he stayed in the Sheraton Hotel the night before. Why the obfuscation? Why the need for an alibi?”
Obfuscation and alibis typified Bush’s career. Consider
his family’s lengthy and close association with the Hinckleys. You’ve likely heard only of their son: John Jr., the alleged lunatic who tried to kill Ronald Reagan. Had he succeeded, St. George the Veep would have become president. Call me crazy, but I’d say that’s a motive.
We can’t expect most Americans to know this dark history; the Bushes, the Deep State, and the press have colluded for decades to deceive us. But the media’s obituaries this last week should have angered us as much as the truth that trio so successfully concealed.
For example, The Associated Press gushed, “
The Persian Gulf War — dubbed ‘Operation Desert Storm’ — was [Bush’s] greatest mark on history. …[H]e said the mission sent a message that ‘the United States was willing to use force way across the world, even in that part of the world where those countries over there thought we never would intervene.’” In other words, the
1565 Americans who died during that invasion did so to prove that the U.S. will bully and boss sovereign nations — a revolting, demonic
casus belli. Meanwhile, St. George dragged us into that conflict at the U.N.’s behest; no American interests were at stake beyond those of his cronies.
He also “
pledged to make the United States a ‘kinder, gentler’ nation” — oh, the irony! — ”and called on Americans to volunteer their time for good causes.” But only dictators worry about their subjects’ leisure. And only supine serfs mourn rather than rebel against such monsters.
Though Bush escaped all earthly justice, he now faces an omniscient Judge Whom the corporate media hasn’t fooled. That Jurist warns, “
For there is nothing covered that will not be revealed, nor hidden that will not be known. Therefore, whatever you have spoken in the dark will be heard in the light, and what you have spoken in the ear in inner rooms will be proclaimed on the housetops.”
Amen.
Becky Akers is a freelance writer and historian who publishes so voluminously that whole forests of gigabytes have died. You’ve heard of some of the publications that carry her work (Personal Liberty Digest, Christian Science Monitor, Washington Post, Barron’s, New York Post); others can only wish you’d heard of them. She’s also written two novels of the American Revolution, Halestorm and Abducting Arnold. They advocate sedition and liberty, among other joys, so the wise reader will buy them now, before they’re banned.