Cocks Walk

Bush and Blair over the last couple of years have had some major change in body language. Not the physical changes normally associated with aging and worry on the faces of leaders of the free world or "war presidents," but language that says "this is killing me." While Boy Bush has always had a cock of the walk strut, puffed out chest and bobble head, his body language has deteriorated to that of a POW, alternating between blinking Morse code "save me" messages to the look of a prisoner who has accepted his doomed status of being captured. The darting eyes, the sarcasm he often answers questions with, have worsened. Blair too, originally suave and polished, has the darting blinking eyes of a liar. Both at times have the look of a trapped animal, but an animal that wants to believe there's an escape if he can just find the hole to slip through. Having spent a lifetime wiggling out of things they didn't want to do, both men now wear the permanent "in the headlights," stunned at times by getting stuck in the center lane on a highway they didn't know was there.

A few years ago the global meisters schmoozed both men with pep talks of an adoring public, glory and glowing pages in the books of history. That they would lead the way to a new world of peace and democracy and order. Now they live nightmares rather than the grandiose dreams they saw a short while ago. The body language of the two reads like a pamphlet entitled "Oh god, how will I get out of this." Too late boys. Bush knew the truth before Blair but only because the controllers are more concerned with the White House than Downing Street and only there because the US is the superpower.

Both men look to be raiding the liquor and medicine cabinets and not sleeping well. Not because of "terrorism" or "war" or domestic problems. But because they know now the losing hand they've had in the world order and the senseless slaughter and more to come. Both grew up pampered, spoiled, self-centered, and callous, assuming privilege and favor was their birthright. Both were chosen to mark this point in history because they are emotional boors, simple and narrow-minded men. Their self-serving pick me-me ideology could be easily manipulated and their egos cajoled without difficulty. Bush and Blair are the patsies for the world order initially diagramed by the puppetmeisters behind Reagan, Bush I, and Thatcher.

As the ideology of world 'order' brings blood, tyranny, and chaos only simple minded men would want to be left holding the shitty end of the schtick. Reagan, a doddering clown was not fool enough to go the distance for the neocons. Reagan rattled chains about Islamic terrorism and training grounds in Nicaragua during his reign but squawked at being the "war on terror" president for the neocon ideologists. Daddy Bush stopped short too, leaving Saddam in power; he didn't want history's priapismic "war on" to mark his legacy, but ran home to sober up Junior to take the fall.

Clinton, while he did pass legislation, executive orders, and waged minimal war, to smooth the way, the two "terrorist" attacks on his watch (OKC and the first WTC bombing) did not bring about the much lusted after neocon's War on Terror. Both jobs botched, McVeigh being caught and the WTC not creating enough carnage and mass outrage. Clinton fought going down as the patsy, therefore his shaming and impeachment; a legacy as the president who lied about a knobjob. Vindictive meisters they are, but maybe this slap down is their sense of humor.

Now one might pooh-pooh the reading of body language as being in the realm of reading tea leaves and Tarot cards but not so fast. All intel agencies have courses in body language. Why even Mr. Bush the Boy believes, as he states in March of this year regarding Condi on her visit to overseas allies, "I look forward to not only hear their words, I want to hear about their body language."

This week, after the London bombings, Bush and Blair, faced the camera uttering the worn out banal remarks about terror and terrorists, darting eyes, blinking back tears, not for the innocent victims, but for themselves, for being dupes in a game they entered as guaranteed to win and instead find themselves the sorry ass dodo birds of a feather.