wither in the light

E.L. Doctorow wrote this in the East Hampton Star on 9 September 2004:

... this president does not know what death is. He hasn't the mind for it. You see him joking with the press, peering under the table for the weapons of mass destruction he can't seem to find, you see him at rallies strutting up to the stage in shirt sleeves to the roar of the carefully screened crowd, smiling and waving, triumphal, a he-man.

He does not mourn. He doesn't understand why he should mourn. He is satisfied during the course of a speech written for him to look solemn for a moment and speak of the brave young Americans who made the ultimate sacrifice for their country.

But you study him, you look into his eyes and know he dissembles an emotion which he does not feel in the depths of his being because he has no capacity for it. He does not feel a personal responsibility for the 1,000 dead young men and women who wanted to be what they could be.

There's more, but if any of it is news to you you probably won't get it anyway. Why the fuck are there still Bush supporters? He's killing your sons and daughters, he's already killed the economy, and he and his cronies have just about killed off the Constitution. Seriously, if you're a Republican and you support this guy, you're a fucking idiot... he's not a Republican, he just knows how to appeal to the least common denominator, and that's you.