You are a good man. You are an honorable man. You are both president of the United States and the winner of the Nobel Peace Prize. You are both the most powerful man in the world and an unimpeachably upstanding citizen. You place a large premium on being beyond reproach. You have become your own deliberative body, standing not so much by your decisions as by the process by which you make them. You are not only rational; you are a rationalist. You think everything through, as though it is within your power to find the point where what is moral meets what is necessary.
You love two things, your family and the law, and you have surrounded yourself with those who are similarly inclined. To make sure that you obey the law, you have hired lawyers prominent for accusing your predecessor of flouting it; to make sure that you don’t fall prey to the inevitable corruption of secrecy, you have hired lawyers on record for being committed to transparency. Unlike George W. Bush, you have never held yourself above the law by virtue of being commander in chief; indeed, you have spent part of your political capital trying to prove civilian justice adequate to our security needs. You prize both discipline and deliberation; you insist that those around you possess a personal integrity that matches their political ideals and your own; and it is out of these unlikely ingredients that you have created the Lethal Presidency.
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Right Man’s Burden:
Do not panic, fellow parasites and meatbags. Despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary available anywhere you care to look, Mr. Brooks has filed another column from Capitalist Valhalla to assure us that our elite overlords are not Randite killbots who think of us as wee grapes of labor to be stomped for the wine of maximized profit…or a gobbets of harvestable organs…or a parasitic moochers who use the figleaf of democracy to expropriate their hard-earned wealth and piss it away on our stupid roads and bridges and cops and teachers. Not at all.
I am also moved to link to The Driftington Post, by the same blogger.
A little under four years after firing up the Large Hadron Collider, science finds God (maybe).
