By Missy Comley Beattie, 8/23/06
I have a recurring nightmare.
I’m watching a drama. George Bush is the production’s star, with Richard
Cheney in the supporting role. Condoleezza Rice and Donald Rumsfeld have major
parts. Directing, producing, and in charge of special effects is Karl Rove.
This play has been running for too many years and shows no sign of closing.
Sometimes attendance is poor, but then the lights blare, the microphone is
turned to high, a siren is heard, and with huge fanfare, an announcement is
made by George Bush:
A terrorist plot has just been thwarted. Catastrophic
numbers of people would have died had I not uncovered this plan. We’re safer
today than we were after 9/11, but we’re not completely safe yet. Someday,
after we’ve sown the seeds of democracy all over the world, we can live in
peace. Until then, when all people have freedom, making it impossible for
anyone to be jealous of ours, we will continue to fight those who oppose our
values. God bless America.
Michael Chertoff enters to stand center stage beside the president. His is a
non-speaking performance, although he grunts in adulation and affirmation of
George Bush.
Immediately, there is standing room only.
The lights dim, and those with seats in the front rows can discern a little
movement on the stage. The scene has shifted to homes in the heartland.
Families who seem uninterested in Iraq
and the US
troop deaths, now nearing 60,000, are at attention, watching footage of the
latest arrest of “terrorist” planners on the verge of killing as many
Americans as possible. The crawl says that there are no signs of Iraqi life in
the cities of Iraq,
but soldiers are dying as jihadists pour across the border to use improvised
explosive devices on our military. There is no longer a coalition. Every
country but ours has withdrawn its troops.
A homemaker says, “I hear Charlie Dukes has enlisted. You know, he’s
the kid who wore a shirt to school that said ‘Whites Only’ and was
suspended.”
Her husband replies, “Yeah, recruitment is down. They’re taking people
they’d never have accepted when they said the war would be a cakewalk. That
seems like a long time ago.”
“Back when gas was a lot cheaper. The important thing is we’ve got a
president who’s tough on terrorists. As long as there are terrorists, I’m going
to vote for Bush.”
“I don’t mind losing my civil liberties, even the right to vote. When
he caught those evildoers two days before the election and declared martial
law, I didn’t care. I’m glad he’s in charge. Okay by me if he’s president
forever.”
“I’m still scared though. It seems like just about the time you can
begin to relax, there’s another arrest or something.”
“Turn on Glenn Beck. I like his delivery. He really gets into it …
he’s like we are – scared.”
“Yeah, it’s reassuring to know that even somebody as smart as Beck is
scared – that everybody’s scared. Not just us, but everybody. These people who
used to say the president’s agenda was inspiring terrorists didn’t know
beans.”
“Well, thank God for anchors like Beck and that Norah O’Donnell and all
the Fox News folks who tell it like it is. I’m just glad we don’t have to
listen to any of those people who were lying about George Bush.”
“Yeah, I can’t really even remember what happened to them. Seems it was
Wolf Blitzer who said something about Saddam Hussein and no connection with
9/11 and he was off the air for awhile. Isn’t he the one who made that public
apology?”
“I don’t remember. That was too long ago. It’s not important anyway. If
you speak out against someone like George Bush, then you don’t know what you’re
talking about, and you don’t deserve to sit there and report the news night
after night and pull in that high salary.”
The curtain closes and a few sounds are heard as the scenery is changed.
“Hail to the Chief” is playing. The curtain opens as the lights
gradually brighten. Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, and Rice are seated at a table.
Karl Rove is using his laser pointer to show them where the next terrorist plot
will be thwarted.
“What about a port?”
“No, a bridge.”
“Quiet,” says Rove. “We’re going to really scare the hell out
of them with this one. A small-town elementary school or shopping center. Not a
big city.”
“Brilliant, Karl,” says Cheney. “The ‘security moms’ will
never stray.”
And they all nod and smile as the curtain closes again.
I have a recurring nightmare.