In an earlier post, at that point hesitant to politicize a human tragedy, I challenged the president, saying "it is time for you to step up, be a leader, do your job." You have failed so miserably.
Mr. President, in case you haven't noticed, one of America's greatest cities NO LONGER EXISTS.This isn't a "roll up our sleeves and get to work" photo op, this is a huge NATIONAL disaster. I am puzzled that you can't be troubled to awaken from your fake ranch-induced stupor to deal with hundreds of thousands of human lives lost in a tsunami or countless multitudes of dead and suffering on our soil, but yet you can rush back to Washington in order to try and force-feed a dead Florida woman.
Not just the Gulf Coast, but the entire country, was crying out for leadership. While we didn't have the immediate horror of water and death around us here, the country far from Katrina's wrath awoke to realizing that they might not be able to afford to drive to work and are deathly afraid that they won't be able to stay warm this winter. The country wanted leadership, the country wanted a president, and we got My Pet Goat II.
You knew this was coming and you waited. You played at your “ranch,” you preached to the choir and you watched an American city die. The New York Times was far too kind to you this morning. Your oh-so-timid appearance made even your blinky, nervous, nonsense after the towers fell look statesmanlike by comparison. The Times said “George W. Bush gave one of the worst speeches of his life yesterday, especially given the level of national distress and the need for words of consolation and wisdom.” You did so much more or oh so far less than that. You embarrassed yourself as a president, an American and as a human being.
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