Sometimes he relives those moments when he flew trainers dreaming of the day he could say he was a fighter pilot, forgetting he failed his tests – living in the blackout of denial from what surely would shown to be his drug and alcohol consumption. But now it’s the eve of his Chief of Command and he is looking back to when he was charged- up … ready to go — - "vengeance be mine" sayeth his Lord sweetly and only in his ear, The Decider and his raging, spittle flying tirades of war mongering were rallying cheers to those he Commanded with the brain washed, duped support of the United States’ masses. And as we visit his yesteryear we know he thinks, "it may not be too late yet for me to strike!"

Thus, Engelhardt prepares us:

"Let me briefly set the scene, as Sanchez tells it on pages 349-350 of Wiser in Battle. It's April 6, 2004. L. Paul Bremer III, head of the occupation's Coalition Provisional Authority, as well as the President's colonial viceroy in Baghdad, and Gen. Sanchez were in Iraq in video teleconference with the President, Secretary of State Colin Powell, and Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld. (Assumedly, the event was recorded and so revisitable by a note-taking Sanchez.) The first full-scale American offensive against the resistant Sunni city of Fallujah was just being launched, while, in Iraq's Shiite south, the U.S. military was preparing for a campaign against cleric Muqtada al-Sadr and his Mahdi Army militia.

According to Sanchez, Powell was talking tough that day: "We've got to smash somebody's ass quickly," the general reports him saying. "There has to be a total victory somewhere. We must have a brute demonstration of power." (And indeed, by the end of April, parts of Fallujah would be in ruins, as, by August, would expanses of the oldest parts of the holy Shiite city of Najaf. Sadr himself would, however, escape to fight another day; and, in order to declare Powell's "total victory," the U.S. military would have to return to Fallujah that November, after the U.S. presidential election, and reduce three-quarters of it to virtual rubble.) Bush then turned to the subject of al-Sadr: "At the end of this campaign al-Sadr must be gone," he insisted to his top advisors. "At a minimum, he will be arrested. It is essential he be wiped out."

Not long after that, the President "launched" what an evidently bewildered Sanchez politely describes as "a kind of confused pep talk regarding both Fallujah and our upcoming southern campaign [against the Mahdi Army]." Here then is that "pep talk." While you read it, try to imagine anything like it coming out of the mouth of any other American president, or anything not like it coming out of the mouth of any evil enemy leader in the films of the President's — and my — childhood:

"'Kick ass!' [Bush] said, echoing Colin Powell's tough talk. 'If somebody tries to stop the march to democracy, we will seek them out and kill them! We must be tougher than hell! This Vietnam stuff, this is not even close. It is a mind-set. We can't send that message. It's an excuse to prepare us for withdrawal.

"There is a series of moments and this is one of them. Our will is being tested, but we are resolute. We have a better way. Stay strong! Stay the course! Kill them! Be confident! Prevail! We are going to wipe them out! We are not blinking!'"

Keep in mind that the bloodlusty rhetoric of this "pep talk" wasn't meant to rev up Marines heading into battle. These were the President's well-embunkered top advisors in a strategy session on the eve of major military offensives in Iraq. Evidently, however, the President was intent on imitating George C. Scott playing General George Patton — or perhaps even inadvertently channeling one of the evil villains of his onscreen childhood.

Do you doubt? Do not your palms sweat at the thought of this dying loon, a man who labeled himself "The Decider," sitting alone in that chair. Knowing his days are numbered. That the shouts that the "King has no clothes on" is growing louder and louder and even once trusted aides are like rats to him, fleeing his sinking ship of state.

And Hagee the evangelical rabble rouser is being marginalized from his heir apparent, the wooshy "war hero" McCain, and the perdition of the heathens and the salvation of world Jewry seems imperiled; the very home of the Second Coming threatened, do you doubt that he is straining forward as I write?

Do you doubt that he his thinking of how he might in one swift commanding moment pick up the phone and say to Herr Cheney, "alright Dick this is it. Put IT into operation."

And into the peaceful night and dreams of workaday mothers and father and children will come yet some other conceived, connived horror that will once again strike terror into the minds of the dumbed down citizens and they will raise again their voices with his and scream "Kill Them… wipe them out." And with that grim, angry-chimp like arrogant smirk of his he will have heard once again his God come "calling" and he will reach forward and push that button…
Do you doubt that he is sitting there right now thinking about that?
I don’t.

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