As I am watching Bush give his pronouncement on the Katrina disaster I can't help but bemoan the supreme misfortune which seems to follow this man. Follow. Every disaster lies behind him, yet his power grows as those around him suffer.
After the Supreme Court handed Bush the Presidency I tried to remain positive. Look, I would tell disheartened friends, that George W. Bush is the luckiest son of a bitch to ever walk upright.
Consider how he was born into one of the richest and most powerful political families in the country. He attended both Yale and Harvard without smarts or ambitions. George W. avoided possible death or disfigurement by dodging the draft with his family's connections. Not only did he get into the Texas Air National Guard's champagne unit, he didn't actually have to do anything. And nobody cared.
Bush's business fortunes were even luckier. First, he managed to raise capital and run his own company without any business experience. When the Arbusto venture inevitably failed, he found another executive position at Harkin. When that venture also tanked, George W. managed to pull out his own money in a clear violation of SEC rules. Luckily again, nobody cared. Bush was again rewarded for his incompetence by allowing his dad's friends to partner with him and loan him money to take over the Texas Rangers. As the Rangers' chief his team never lit up the baseball world, but the citizens of Arlington did give him a stadium on a silver platter. The value added to the Rangers through the free stadium --land obtained courtesy of eminent domain-- enabled Bush to sell out his share for a massive profit. With his new money Bush bought himself a ranch: a ranch without cattle.
Bush's familiar name made him an instant player in Texas politics. Then again, without any political experience or vision, George W. was promptly elected Governor of Texas. And from there, without much accomplishment, as the weakest Governor in the nation, Bush the draft-dodger, the business failure, the empty head with a familiar name, won the Republican nomination for President.
Bush's luck at capturing the Presidential Election of 2004 defies any possible explanation. From the Florida fiasco of butterfly ballots and hanging chads up to the unprecedented activist intervention of the Supreme Court, Bush's occupancy of the Oval Office was evidence of the most remarkable rise of a completely unremarkable individual in the history of the planet.
Wasn't that lucky? I told my friends, tongue wedged into cheek, that we needed someone like this to be President. Won't his good fortune trickle down to us?
Except that there was always a horrible consequence to Bush's luck. Every one of Bush's successes also marked someone else's misfortune. His entrance into Yale, into Harvard, cost some deserving scholar a valued education. His place in the draft was taken by some other poor soul sent to die in a cause that Bush himself never opposed. His business partners bore the brunt of his failures, happily accepting their losses as the cost of access to his Presidential father. The people of Texas were left with a massive deficit that Bush inadvertently engineered.
So this Bush luck isn't so lucky for us. September 11 guaranteed that Bush would leave his mark in history books and that despite his administration's overwhelming corruption and ineptitude he would receive a second term.
And now he has yet another chance to leave his mark on the world and guarantee his immortality. And all because he happened to be in the right place at the wrong time.
Bush's first term started off with disappointment and loathing. September 11 changed that. Bush's second term has started off with disappointment and more loathing. Hurricane Katrina may rescue him yet.
Sabinus
