When a possible retaliator appeared, the bully would summon his surrogates to administer the beating — in his name. I recall several Irish Catholic bullies, egged on by a bigoted parish priest, invoking God's name to justify the beatings they inflicted on me and other Jewish victims. We're kicking your ass cause you killed our Lord.

Now the born-again bully occupies the White House. He picks on weak targets, taunts them — bring 'em on — gets others to fight for him and then serves turkey to his proxy warriors on Thanksgiving. But worse than his addiction for playing dress up for photo ops, he has made bullying into official U.S. policy. As president, you have the forum to conjure up threats, report them as certainties and then order the armed forces to fight them.

Go back to January 29, 2002, when George W. Bush in his State of the Union address vowed, We will not permit the world's most dangerous regimes to threaten us with the world's most destructive weapons. No, Bush did not plan a pre-emptive strike against Russian, Chinese or even Israeli nuclear arsenals. He clarified his intentions by identifying North Korea, Iran and Iraq as the axis of evil — weak states. And he had no intention of doing the fighting himself. He never has.

Given his religious forces of good and evil fervor innuendo combined with the ignorance of the world — I may not know where Bosnia is, but... — that informs the President's policy decisions, I think Bush might very well hear voices from above. He doesn't feel compelled to read, or listen for long to those with knowledge in order to establish a firm basis for his judgments. He simply makes decisions. That's what leaders do, he told biographer Bob Woodward (Bush at War).

And if that doesn't make you think the Shrub is an ignorant, inbred moron who lives in his own little fantasy land complete with imaginary friends, perhaps this will:

Bush told James Robinson, according to Paul Harris in the November 2, 2003 New York Observer: I feel like God wants me to run for President. I can't explain it, but I sense my country is going to need me. Something is going to happen... I know it won't be easy on me or my family, but God wants me to do it.

If this wingnut didn't have a rich Daddy, he'd be locked up in a room with nice padded walls. Unfortunately, he has rich family connections who foolishly bought him a country to play with. And it seems he's pretty rough with his toys.

Bully goes to war — blames God - ZNet, 25th December 2003.