January 21st, 2009
The only thing I’m going to write to explain the title of this piece is that although W.’s name in Chinese is usually 小布什, I think 不是 is a better rendering. And I like how the pronunciation of both loosely approximates the English word ‘bullshit’.
I s’ppose there’s already a lot written on the Bush presidency, but I don’t really care. He’s gone. That’s good enough. And besides, I always had trouble seeing him as actually the president. I’ve always seen him as some kind of sinisterly clownish marionette, and I never quite could figure out who was pulling the strings. He wasn’t quite a figurehead, more like a make-believe president, the disarmingly absurd face of some obscure, malevolent beast. And I’m having trouble blaming him for anything he did wrong. I just don’t believe he has the introspection necessary to realise either that he screwed up or that he wasn’t really president. He reminds me of a Far Side cartoon in which some jumped up little dictator in a kitschy pseudo-military uniform is standing in front of a desk being informed by a psychiatrist that actually, he was Joe Bloggs and his whole dictatorship was just some psychological experiment- escept that Bush hasn’t made it to the psychiatrist’s desk yet, and I doubt he ever will. For me the “Bush presidency” is an abstraction somewhat akin to “Mitterand’s innocence in the Rainbow Warrior affair” or “Lee Harvey Oswald acting alone to assassinate John F. Kennedy”- a convenient, if somewhat translucent, fiction.
I’m just glad the whole thing’s over.