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Cross-posted at My Left Wing)
Let me tell you something about myself; something personal, honest and cosmologic.
I believe in Drama. Drama is God. It is as Shakespeare said; all the world is a stage and we are players upon it. We are intertwining motifs in a grand mosaic of human and natural drama; a universal symphony; an epic poem.
In the beginning was the word; the word was with God; the word was God and the word was: "Action!"
I act; therefore I am.
As a Dramatist I believe in certain things. I believe in
dramatic arc. Drama is the exposition of conflict, climax and resolution.
Conflict does not mean "fight." In drama, conflict often comes from the discovery of "other."
As I believe every person has her own story; I also believe that all of our tales combine to make an Über story, if you will, we call Civilization.
The point of my confession is this: I believe in the climax.
At some point the conflict reaches a climax.
The climax of religion is the coming of the Messiah or the Return of the God.
The Aztecs would still be waiting around for Quetzalcoatl to come back if they hadn't been slaughtered by the Holy Roman Empire. The Jews wait for their Messiah; the Christians wait for the return of theirs; the Muslims...I'm not sure what they're waiting for; probably for the Christians to use up the oil and the Jews to get tired of the godforsaken desert landscape and for them both go back to Europe where they came from.
The Bible is a Storybook that a lot of people believe in. Some of those people hold positions of great power and prominence. One of them is George Bush.
George Bush is an egregious ego on a rampage. He's commander-in-chief, and a soldier of God. He signs the orders for battle and authorizes armies for war. He was President when 911 changed everything. Bush says the Almighty God gave him his marching orders to transform the Middle East into the West and make peace in Palestine. God might as well have told him to gather two of every species, douse them with gasoline and make a big burnt offering to incompetence, corruption and stupidity for the all the good Bush has done.
The President is a "B" movie-star cowboy riding a mechanical bull on the national mall. He's a hollow play-action figure, tricked-out in an ace's flight-suit, landing on the deck of an aircraft carrier a couple miles west of the San Diego Zoo.
The conflict of George W. Bush's storyline is the classic juxtaposition of a hero and coward. He's a wannabe hero, but an actual coward. Our infantile, jealous, mean-spirited and ignorant President has pooped on the red-carpet of world history and cast shame on the name of America.
He is a self-fulfilling prophecy of doom.
My disgust and mistrust for the man are utter in their bitterness.
George Bush has been written off for dead; his administration is in shambles. The stench of Republican corruption permeates Washington like burnt brimstone on a lake of fire. There is no love lost between the President and the American people. He has disgraced his office and dishonored the nation. He has become the world's worst nightmare.
George Bush is a classic, tragic character. His immense ego will not let him go quietly into the night. He's a believer. He's on a mission. He is deeply flawed.
He is bound by the science and art of Dramatic law to do something very stupid. The combination of his vainglorious ego and raw power is enough to achieve a climax in the greater narrative. In the future will we whisper the name of Bush in the same breath as Napoleon, Hitler and Stalin?
Only time will tell.
But one thing I believe as a devout and practicing Dramatist is that the Fat Lady hasn't yet sung and George Bush looks veritably pregnant with a legion of tragedian plagues ready for a caesarian delivery onto the world stage.
I may be wrong, but I don't think so. My faith in Drama is strong. And even skeptics weaken when they are faced with the walking Greek Tragedy known as George W. Bush. He is all of the characters in the Oedipus Complex rolled into one.
President George W. Bush is going to do something very big and very stupid.
This isn't a conspiracy theory, this is not pop psychology; this is the First Law of Universal Dramatics: What goes up must come down. Oh yeah, Newton was a big believer. The bigger they are; the harder they fall. Usually with lots of innocent bystanders below. You reap what you sow. Hence the current shit-storm hovering over the President like Pig-Pen's dust cloud.
The dramatic arc of George Bush is plain to witness for those with eyes to see and ears to hear. When he first ran for President he ran on humility, compassion and accountability. And the fact is, if he were able to control his demons of vanity, pettiness and panic he would have made a much better president. A little humility and compassion is what was needed after 911; not wrath and riot run amok. The President failed his promise at the outset and it has all gone down hill from there.
And now the climax approaches as it must. What will be the dénouement of George W. Bush? Will he go out in a whimper of resignation to live his life and legacy in infamy and shame? Or will he defiantly and recklessly stay the course to Armageddon until the war machine is pried from his cold dead hands? Will he suffer rebellion from the military he has misused and abused? Will he be frog-marched, hog-tied and paraded in front of the millions of hearts he has broken with impunity. Or will he enjoy exile in Crawford or the Keys? Or perhaps, in the scheme of Universal Dramatics, he will simply be struck by lightning.
Who can say? I am a dramatist not a prophet.
The larger question is what the dénouement of George W. Bush will mean for America?
Where are we in the dramatic arc of our nation? How about our larger civilization?
Should we be hopeful or afraid? Personally I pray to the masks of Comedy & Tragedy for a miracle. It is a small line between a smile and a frown. I have seen time and again a tyrant turned into a clown.
Because it's so hard to see through the blood, smoke and din of the conflicted world Bush has wrought, we can't always see the joy of pure drama and its sense of poetic justice.
My faith is complete that Bush will find his just desserts in humiliation and shame; a laughing stock. The question is how many will suffer at his ignoble hands before the Fat Lady sings and he makes his one, final, fatal mistake?
I believe we will have our answer shortly. The Universal Dramatic has spoken. George W. Bush has overplayed his hand, overstayed his welcome and over-dosed his hubris.
Let the climax begin.