Bush's Farewell Flight to Honor Dad

My favorite memory of the old man will always be the morning after he was elected. He was exhausted and his voice was hoarse, but he gave a gracious, extemporaneous press conference.

It was mostly downhill from there. I became a savage critic. Yet, as I grew older and more tolerant through the Clinton years, and tired of my own rhetoric and the rhetoric of others, I began to soften just a bit.

When his son, our soon to be ex-President was elected, I resolved to manage the tone of my criticism.

The years I spent howling at the moon over Reagan and his successor seemed enough.

My friends who looked at me with apathy and amusement at the level of hysteria I had reacting to the former Republican Presidents, later became perplexed that I, of all people, could shrug my shoulders at the antics of this latest edition of GOP executive leadership.

I was correct to admonish them that rolling on the floor and gnawing on the carpet did no good and set a poor example for future generations. Yet it seems to be rather tame and understandable as opposed to exploding people to pieces with airplanes. The two phenomena seem to be related... uncivilized psychotic discourse and the dogs of war unleashed.

"They teach our young men to drop fire on people, but won't let them write the word f**k on their airplanes, because it's obscene."---Apocalypse Now.

And that's all I have to say about that.

I feel for GW Bush.