It's time to party.
As the families of bomb-flattened Fallujah huddle in make-shift refugee
camps, drinking from sewage-filled streams, Iraqi policy mastermind Paul Wolfowitz
fastens the last stud into his starched collar.
As the Iraq Survey Group ends its search for WMD, concluding that there was
no imminent mushroom cloud or even a smoking gun, Condi Rice draws herself a
As Sgt. Kevin Benderman, an Army mechanic with nine years of service, refuses
a second deployment to Iraq, saying "you just don't know how bad it is,"
Colin Powell pours himself a drink.
As Specialist Charles A. Graner, miscreant and major-domo of Abu Ghraib,
shuffles off to prison, Donald Rumsfeld straightens the black tie of his tux.
As the 9/11 widow tucks her children into bed, wondering why the
recommendations made in the 9/11 Commission Report weren't implemented, Tom Ridge tightens
As prisoners charged with no crimes, and given no recourse, languish in the
hellhole of Guantanamo Bay, torture apologist Alberto Gonzales clicks his
cufflinks into place.
As Dan Rather retires in disgrace over forged documents, former CIA Director
George Tenet, proponent of forged documents about Iraq's nonexistent nuclear
program, adjusts the Medal of Freedom around his neck.
As the working mother in Chicago wonders how to keep her child from being
left behind now that her special-ed program has been cut, Armstrong Williams
polishes his shoes.
As Valerie Plame walks away from a distinguished career as a CIA "operative,"
destroyed when her identity was revealed by columnist Robert Novak, Mr. Novak
walks to his limo.
As Osama bin Laden chuckles in his cave to see America's fortunes sink in the
morass of Iraq and as fresh recruits to his cause multiply like flies, Dick
Cheney pops the cork on a bottle of Dom Perignon.
As America's trade gap surges and the red ink in the national debt bleeds to
a record level, Treasury Secretary John Snow finishes shaving and dabs at a
spot of blood on his chin.
As the Republican Congress gets ready to underfund everything from Head Start
to veterans' benefits, Speaker Dennis Hastert checks his profile in the
As Pfc. Francis Obaji, oldest son of an immigrant Nigerian family, is zipped
into a body bag for the sad journey home, Laura Bush zips up her Oscar de la
And as his corporate pals, forgetting for a moment the bottom line that
forces them to ship jobs overseas, slide their millions across the table to dance
at his ball, George W. Bush pulls on his snakeskin boots.
Susan Lenfestey (SooLen@aol.com) is a Minneapolis writer.
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