Our president: the ultimate ghoul

“But you study him,” continued Doctorow, “you look into his eyes and know he dissembles an emotion which he does not feel in the depths of his being because he has no capacity for it. He does not feel a personal responsibility for the thousand dead young men and women who wanted to be what they could be. They come to his desk not as youngsters with mothers and fathers or wives and children who will suffer to the end of their days a terribly torn fabric of familial relationships and the inconsolable remembrance of aborted life. They come to his desk as a political liability which is why the press is not permitted to photograph the arrival of their coffins from Iraq. How then can he mourn? To mourn is to express regret and he regrets nothing.”
He eats ’em up, spits ’em out, and burps out another lie. That’s our pres, feasting on death.
Read the entire essay by William Rivers Pitt here.

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