''Killing George Bush''

This morning's piece on "Mike Palecek & The New American Dream"

George H.W. Bush as CIA Director. en.wikipedia.org

(WASHINGTON DC) - YOU MIGHT HAVE SEEN that George H.W. Bush still lives.

That old snake that we saw sneering in the backroom on the night his son was dishonestly named President of The United States.

The one who lied that he was out of the loop.

The one who ordered the killing of thousands of people in Panama.

The one who ordered the building of many new prisons to get tough on drugs and criminals in America, and it was all a scam, all to get elected, gain power.

George H. W. Bush.

The one who sneered at the funeral of Gerald Ford when he mentioned from the podium the killing of John Kennedy.

The one who claimed he was not in Dallas that day, but there is a photo showing he was.

The one who sits in the front row at the baseball games on national television and is applauded, not hit with tomatoes and fists and handcuffs, because he has been so successful in concealing the truth from the American people all these years.

The one who has said that if the American people knew what he has done, they would string him up by a light pole.

Well, actually, there were some guys, right here in Mount Liberty, some guys who suspected the truth about George H.W. Bush.

Who cared enough to find out the goddamn truth about our 41^st President.

They were not the leading citizens. They did not write the editorials or sign the loans or even cut the hair of those who did.

They inhabited the underground, the earth.

The destitute, the hated, the laughed at, the so-called criminals themselves.

And they understood.

They knew where the power resided, where the truth could be found, what the reasons were, where the bodies were buried.

And they could not understand … and they wanted to find someone to ask why there might be such a stink about even talking about the killing of a rich so-called leader — and yet, the real-life slaughter of thousands, millions of poor people goes by without a whisper, a passing breeze in the trees that is gone and forgotten by the time the hail-fellow well-met in the cooks hat in the backyard shouts that the hot dogs are ready.

And so, with nothing better to do, they decided to fight.

KGB, they said.

Kill George Bush.

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- Mike Palecek