Blogular vituperations on the subject of Bush’s astounding and ceaseless displays of incompetence–the least of which is his unsettling yearning for a seat on professional racist Trent Lott’s front porch–have been many and spectacular. But are they justified?
Now, now, keep your shirt on. I’m not saying Bush isn’t a moroon stumblebum. But what if, as a commenter at Ezra Klein chillingly suggests, Bush’s seeming stumblebummery isn’t the result of anything so mild and comical as mere incompetence? What if it is, in fact, the quintessence of ideology? I allude to an ideology summarized poetically in a bygone century by prescient punk militant Jello Biafra: "Kill kill kill kill kill the poor."
Should you ruminate on the hypothesis for five minutes, which is what I did because I had an extra five minutes, it will dawn on your astute young mind that there can be no other explanation for the enormity of the post-hurricane denouement than the manifestation of a deeply entrenched kill-the-poor ideology. What appears to be the federal government’s epic indifference to the continued suffering of disaster victims suggests in actuality some fairly acrobatic and precise machinations of ruthlessness. I submit that such flawlessly executed ruthlessness could never have been realized by the mere ineptitude of a figurehead president and a couple of moron cabinet secretaries. If this administration were as clumsy as the liberal bloggers are saying it is, Al Gore, or at least John Kerry, would be president right now, and Americans would know the difference between Saddam and Osama, and between science and baloney.
I’m no forensic political scientist, but it shouldn’t be too difficult to poke through the record and come up with evidence to suggest that the Bush corporatocratic philosophy traditionally has looked less than favorably on the poor, to the extent that it really doesn’t mind killing them. In fact, I should think that the more herculean task would be to unearth any evidence at all to the contrary. It’s not like they even try to hide it. El Bushito unapologetically sends kids from his own nation’s poor families to kill and be killed by poor people overseas, while his wife–yes, I am currently obsessed with her–coolly elucidates similar views when she acknowledges that the poor necessarily snuff it at disproportionate rates because they’re, you know, poor.
If it is not, in fact, the policy of the current administration to exact revenge on the poor for the hideous crime of poverty, it would be an exception to a rule as old as patriarchy itself. This kill-the-poor M.O. has been favored by aristocracies since the first Sumerian stashed away his first bushel of spelt, declared it a surplus, realized with a start that he was the first rich dude in history, and lost no time initiating a rampage around Ur forcibly informing everybody else he was their king by order of the invisible, anthropomorphic, rich-dude-lovin’ gods. And that they were now, you know, poor. And that’s just the way it was gonna be.