"Deep Throat"; Shallow Emperor

So, the long-mysterious "Deep Throat" who helped journalists Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein break (and continue breaking) the "Watergate" scandal, has finally been revealed. The deities who, surely, daily laugh themselves purple watching the goings-on in this world must be particularly tickled that today, also, George W. Bush and Dick Cheney lashed out against Amnesty International's assessment that Guantanamo Bay, Cuba is a modern day gulag. Bush was particluarly articulate on the matter: "'It's absurd. It's an absurd allegation. The United States is a country that promotes freedom around the world,' Bush said of the Amnesty International report that compared Guantanamo to a Soviet-era gulag."

George W. Bush, who took office in 2000 under the most scuttled, dubious, illegitimate circumstances in modern memory is not a man to be trusted in any case, least of all when he talks about "freedom" and "democracy."

"Sore loser!" the conversatives happily jeer. "Get over it!"

Right, get over democracy. I'm sure every war veteran and family of fallen veterans in America feel the same way.

The Bob Woodward of today, with his epic poem Bush at War would not have written, much less published, the sort of reporting that falls under the umbrella of "the Watergate story." Nor would the man, who in secret, passed vital information to Woodward and Bernstein in order to see that justice prevailed, and democracy won out over tyranny, be hailed a hero today. Deep Throat would be nailed to a cross on the steps of the Capitol Building in Washington, D.C., with doubtless hordes of tourists pointing and snapping pictures of the spectacle.

America has gone wrong. The America of the Watergate era was a cancer-ridden leviathan that exercised its ego and hubris bombing the shit out of villagers halfway around the world. After a long anesthetized respite, during which every other scandal paled in comparison to Nixon's colossal "boner", the world now has Emperor George W. Bush casting fire and brimstone halfway across the world, in an utter fit of ego and hubris.

If Saddam Hussein worshiped Jesus Christ we would have seen him leading the Macy's Christmas Day Parade in New York City last Christmas.

America cares nothing about freedom, it cares about its freedom to pick the pockets of the rest of the world.

The only hero I know of today is Sander Hicks, whose gripping, riveting documentary Horns and Halos depicts the saga of the late James Hatfield, author of the George W. Bush biography Fortunate Son, which alleges George W. Bush was arrested for possession cocaine in 1972, and the shitstorm poured upon him.

I'm glad I finally know the identity of Deep Throat. And only the most deluded fool disputes Amnesty International's appraisal of Guantanamo Bay. I just wish Amnesty would have set aside the niceties and called a concentration camp a concentration camp.