George Bush is one of those weak kings from a lesser Shakespeare history. The type that loses power ungracefully, pathetically, and has only a moment where anyone might feel sorry for him. Then, you're just glad to have the endless, wordy play over with and go home; leaving the dull epic behind you.
Perhaps Bush is the Greek Tragedy King, who was going to fail the moment he was crowned.
His speech that was dedicated to the rebuilding of New Orleans was rhetorically weak, delivered with his now trademarked shoulder shrugs and head bobs that suggest a teenager defending his decision to use the car without permission. His assertion that the US cannot exist without New Orleans strikes me as just so much wind and smoke; New Orleans and its poor couldn't be viewed as essential to him until a poll number was attached to their collective bodies.
The dead couldn't hear the President's speech. And I suspect that the Nation has finally stopped listening.
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