Why Bush Jokes Are Not Funny

In Comment #4 to "Open Letter to George W. Bush (vii)," I said that we don't joke about serial rapists, so we shouldn't joke about Bush either. Perhaps I'd better argue a little for my comparison of Bush to Ted Bundy.

About fifty young women are thought to have been murdered by Bundy (after being taken in by his good looks and charm). Over two thousand American servicemen and women have been killed¹ in Iraq and who knows how many tens of thousands severly wounded (after being ordered to go to Iraq by our affable and steadfast "commander in chief," who cooked up a fake justification for invading Iraq and now says, in essence, that because our men and women have died and been maimed, others must follow them). By that measure alone Bush rather wins in the Ted Bundy lookalike contest.

No need to even get into how many others, right here in America, have been "raped" by Bush's economic and social policies (while his superrich friends, such as the seven-figure-income lobbyists who live in McLean, have been wined and dined)....
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1. I don't know exactly how many have died either, any more than do Bush, Cheenie, Rumsfeld, Wolfowitz, and Cant-doleezza² Rice.


2. Cant-remember either that July 2001 meeting at the White House when George Tenet delivered the CIA briefing about an imminent Al Qaeda strike on an American target. But—oh, that's right—Bob Woodward "has an agenda" in reporting the meeting in his new book³.


3. Philip Shenon and Mark Mazzetti report in their article, "C.I.A. Chief Warned Rice on Al Qaeda," in today's New York Times that

   Now, after several days, both current and former Bush administration officials have confirmed parts of Mr. Woodward’s account.
   
   Officials now agree that on July 10, 2001, Mr. Tenet and his counterterrorism deputy, J. Cofer Black, were so alarmed about intelligence pointing to an impending attack by Al Qaeda that they demanded an emergency meeting at the White House with Ms. Rice and her National Security Council staff.