So we learned last night during George Bush's farewell speech to the nation.
He took the country straight to Hell but wanted us to know he followed his principles and made decisions that he thought were best for the country. In other words, he meant well.
In Bush's narrow world where everything is black or white, good or evil, any decision made for that noble principle of freedom is worth any trade off.
The goods and evils are clear cut even though the goals are ambiguous. How close are we to "freedom?" How much further do we need to go? What's the threshold where the price becomes too much? The objective unattainable? When is enough, enough?
None of these issues matter to old George as long as his efforts are in pursuit of "freedom."
Liberated from the scrutiny that might cause him to rethink his decisions, the president plows on...fueled only by the certainty of his principles. He made tough decisions, he said. Whether or not you agreed with him, he did what he thought was right.
Few regrets. No remorse. He's riding out of town on the road on the road of good intentions. He has no clue where it ends. We do. The world went to Hell in a handbasket ever since he arrived. But he meant well.
Speed on by yourself, Mr. President. Good bye and good riddance.
