From award winning author E.L. Doctorow. You can find the full text at www.commondreams.org
.......But this president does not know what death is. He hasn't the mind for it. You see him joking with the press, peering under the table for the weapons of mass destruction he can't seem to find, you see him at rallies strutting up to the stage in shirt sleeves to the roar of the carefully screened crowd, smiling and waving, triumphal, a he-man.
He does not mourn. He doesn't understand why he should mourn. He is satisfied during the course of a speech written for him to look solemn for a moment and speak of the brave young Americans who made the ultimate sacrifice for their country.
But you study him, you look into his eyes and know he dissembles an emotion which he does not feel in the depths of his being because he has no capacity for it. He does not feel a personal responsibility for the 1,000 dead young men and women who wanted to be what they could be.
I think of Congressman Walter "Freedom Fries" Jones, who not only has the walls outside his office papered with pictures of the servicemen and women lost in this "war", but writes a personal letter of condolence to each family. He has not only gone on television and admitted his regret at the "freedom fries" bit, but has demanded our troops be pulled out of Iraq NOW.
And I can't help but wonder what would happen if Bush had to go to Dover AFB every time the caskets came in. If he had to attend every funeral. If he had to SEE what he has caused. If he could somehow be made to feel responsible for so much pain and death. Is it possible? I wonder.
Thinking in such terms makes Doctorow's conclusion all the more chilling:
The president we get is the country we get. With each president the nation is conformed spiritually. He is the artificer of our malleable national soul. He proposes not only the laws but the kinds of lawlessness that govern our lives and invoke our responses. The people he appoints are cast in his image. The trouble they get into and get us into, is his characteristic trouble.
Finally, the media amplify his character into our moral weather report. He becomes the face of our sky, the conditions that prevail. How can we sustain ourselves as the United States of America given the stupid and ineffective warmaking, the constitutionally insensitive lawgiving, and the monarchal economics of this president? He cannot mourn but is a figure of such moral vacancy as to make us mourn for ourselves.