Bullshit. I call Bullshit.
Why do elected Democrats act so freaking clueless? Not only do they continue to call it the “Iraq War” instead of the “the Occupation“, they apparently can’t even figure out how to make clear that THEY NEVER AUTHORIZED A WAR IN THE FIRST PLACE.
Dems never voted for the war. Do you hear that, Harry Reid? Nancy Pelosi? Rahm Emmanuel? Let me say it again: You people never voted for a war in Iraq. Not even close.
Yet this meme continues to rear its ugly head everywhere you look. Take a look at this “Blogs for Bush” piece, written on June 21:
An overwhelming number of Democrats voted for the war – but now the Left says they were “scared” into their votes by Bush. What does it say about Democrats if the “dummy” they think Bush is can scare them so easily?
This attack on Democrats looks terribly simple and easy to make–until you realize that it is, well, BULLSHIT. But as long as Democrats internalize this attack and agree with it, we’re going to look incredibly weak, stupid and politically exploitative. And Karl Rove is going to continue to take what should be an albatross of an issue for the GOP, and turn it back on Democrats to to his own advantage, by telling voters that we’re the party of the “cut and run.” The Republicans want to claim that, even though they screwed things up in Iraq, that A) “we” decided to invade Iraq, too; and B) now we’re reneging on “our” committment. Which is all Bullshit.
Let’s make something perfectly clear: the Joint Resolution did not say that we should use force on Iraq. What it did was say explicitly that whether or not we used force in Iraq was the prerogative decision of the President.
You know what that means, Democrats? That means that YOU didn’t authorize the decision to go to war. It does, unfortunately, mean that you gave up your congressional duty to be the arbiter of when America declares war; it does mean that you permitted this creature we call the President to act like we’re “at war” without defining who the enemy is or what the terms of “victory” are, or putting any sunset date on the authorization for the use of force. It does mean that you decisively shifted the balance of power to the executive branch, and that it will probably take yet another vote of Congress to specifically repudiate the resolution to put an end ot the permanent war footing that the President put us on. It does mean, in other words, that you helped hold the knife while Republicans castrated the entire legislative branch at the altar of the Executive. But it DOESN’T mean that you authorized or encouraged war.
In fact, if you actually take a look at the freaking resolution itself, you will see that DIPLOMACY takes precedence over military action:
SECTION 1. SHORT TITLE.
This joint resolution may be cited as the `Authorization for Use of Military Force Against Iraq Resolution of 2002′.
SEC. 2. SUPPORT FOR UNITED STATES DIPLOMATIC EFFORTS.
The Congress of the United States supports the efforts by the President to–
(1) strictly enforce through the United Nations Security Council all relevant Security Council resolutions regarding Iraq and encourages him in those efforts; and
(2) obtain prompt and decisive action by the Security Council to ensure that Iraq abandons its strategy of delay, evasion and noncompliance and promptly and strictly complies with all relevant Security Council resolutions regarding Iraq.
SEC. 3. AUTHORIZATION FOR USE OF UNITED STATES ARMED FORCES.
You see how section three only comes after section two? It’s like counting, you see. We teach little toddlers to do this. You try this little thing called “diplomacy”–that’s the first little piggy that goes to market. Then, SECOND, if that fails, the PRESIDENT–not you–decides whether and if to go to war. First little piggy, second little piggy.
Indeed, a few of you brave souls actually attempted to add resolutions to this resolution to make it uniformly clear that all avenues of diplomacy needed to be pursued through the U.N. before force could be used.
What DIDN’T you authorize? I don’t know–little things like facts being fixed around the policy, or sending U.S. planes marked with U.N. colors to provoke war, or using treason to punish the very spies and diplomats who were trying to tell the truth about Saddam’s weapons programs.
Besides, Bush himself said he never even needed your authorization, anyway. He claimed that a few Congressional resolutions passed in the wake of 9/11 gave him a legal excuse to wage unilateral war with or without your approval.
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What the Congressional Resolution really was, in fact, was Congress giving Bush the legislative equivalent of an Epi-pen. An Epi-pen, for those who may not know, is an adrenaline injection kit to be used in emergencies for people who have allergic reactions to things like bee stings or peanuts. The patient keeps the Epi-pen with them at all times in case of emergency, hoping that they never have a problem. And nobody in their right mind sticks an Epi-pen into their thigh UNTIL A PROBLEM ACTUALLY OCCURS.
Bush and Rove telling the Democrats that they voted for this immoral war is the political equivalent of a patient sticking an epi-pen into their thigh in order to get an adrenaline high–and then telling the doctor that it was HER fault for prescribing it. You know what they call that where I come from? Bullshit.
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And what about Bush? He disagreed at the time, right? He didn’t think this was an Epi-pen, did he? He said that Democrats authorized the war, right? Wrong.
According to the great Shrub at the time of the debate:
Later this week, the United States Congress will vote on this matter. I have asked Congress to authorize the use of America’s military, if it proves necessary, to enforce U.N. Security Council demands. Approving this resolution does not mean that military action is imminent or unavoidable. The resolution will tell the United Nations, and all nations, that America speaks with one voice and is determined to make the demands of the civilized world mean something. Congress will also be sending a message to the dictator in Iraq: that his only chance — his only choice is full compliance, and the time remaining for that choice is limited.
Emphasis added
Meaning? That ONLY THE PRESIDENT WOULD DETERMINE IF MILITARY ACTION WERE AVOIDABLE OR NOT. Not Democrats–or Republicans–in Congress. The President admitted at the freaking time that this was not a vote to support going to war; it was only vote to give him the discretion to do so IF HE CHOSE. His Choice; His War; His problem.
Further, on the very day that he signed the resolution, he himself called using force “a last resort“.
This is no clever parsing of words. There is no meaning of “is” here. It’s as clear as day, Democrats. These are the very words Bush used when most Dems gave him his fateful Epi-pen.
But it was BUSH who decided to plunge that Epi-Pen into America’s collective thigh. And he used it to give a shot of cash to oil-addicted corporate friends.
I call BULLSHIT on that. Democrats aren’t cutting and running. We’re the doctor that prescribed the epi-pen to this Fool of a President–and now we’re trying to remove it before we ALL die of corporate-oil-profit and military-industrial-complex-induced adrenaline overdose.
Bullshit, I tell you. Bullshit.
[This diary was written with major collaboration from Melody Townsel, who came up with this meme, and many of whose ideas I lifted wholesale. Props to Melody! This post is also available at My Left Wing, and on my the Daily Kos.]
because it’s so tiresome reminding Democrats of things they should already know…
The question is, should they have trusted Cheney. And BTW, here is an email I received today. I get some weird shit in my email. Would you trust Cheney after reading this <snark>
personalities. The high tech equipment and methodisms I endured from that time on gave the U.S. government absolute control of my mind and life. I had been literally driven out of my conscious mind and existed only through my programmed subconscious. I lost my free will, ability to reason, and could not think to question anything that was happening to me. I could only do as I was told.
In the summer of 1975, my family drove all the way from Michigan to the Teton Mountains of Wyoming. I was ordered to ride in the back storage area of the family Chevy Suburban since I was forbidden to associate or communicate with my brothers and sister. So I dissociated into books, or into the metaphorical, hypnotic suggestions from my father and tranced deeper as I watched the prairie’s seemingly endless sea of “amber waves of grain” streak past my window. Once when we stopped at a gas station, my father took me inside to show me a stuffed “jackalope” mounted on the wall. Due to my tranced, dissociative state and high suggestibility level, I believed it was indeed a cross between a jack rabbit and antelope. It was 100+ degrees in the Badlands when it cooled down at night. The intense heat of the day accentuated my ever increasing thirst. My father was physically preparing me though water deprivation for the intense tortures and programming I would endure in Wyoming.
Dick Cheney, then White House Chief of Staff to President Ford, later Secretary of Defense to President George Bush, documented member of the Council on Foreign relations (CFR), and Presidential hopeful for 1996, was originally Wyoming’s only Congressman. Dick Cheney was the reason my family had traveled to Wyoming where I endured yet another form of brutality — his version of “A Most Dangerous Game,” or human hunting.
It is my understanding now that A Most Dangerous Game was devised to condition military personnel in survival and combat maneuvers. Yet it was used on me and other slaves known to me as a means of further conditioning the mind to the realization there was “no place to hide,” as well as traumatize the victim for ensuing programming. It was my experience over the years that A Most Dangerous Game had numerous variations on the primary theme of being stripped naked and turned loose in the wilderness while being hunted by men and dogs. In reality, all “wilderness” areas were enclosed in secure military fencing whereby it was only a matter of time until I was caught, repeatedly raped, and tortured.
Dick Cheney had an apparent addiction to the “thrill of the sport.” He appeared obsessed with playing A Most Dangerous Game as a means of traumatizing mind control victims, as well as to satisfy his own perverse sexual kinks. My introduction to the game occurred upon arrival at the hunting lodge near Greybull, Wyoming, and it physically and psychologically devastated me. I was sufficiently traumatized for Cheney’s programming, as I stood naked in his hunting lodge office after being hunted down and caught. Cheney was talking as he paced around me, “I could stuff you and mount you like a jackalope and call you a two legged dear. Or I could stuff you with this (he unzipped his pants to reveal his oversized penis) right down your throat, and then mount you. Which do you prefer?”
Blood and sweat became mixed with the dirt on my body and slid like mud down my legs and shoulder. I throbbed with exhaustion and pain as I stood unable to think to answer such a question. “Make up your mind,” Cheney coaxed. Unable to speak, I remained silent. “You don’t get a choice, anyway. I make up your mind for you. That’s why you’re here. For me to make you a mind, and make you mine/mind. You lost your mind a long time ago. Now I’m going to give you one. Just like the Wizard (of Oz) gave Scarecrow a brain, the Yellow Brick Road led you here to me. You’ve ‘come such a long, long way’ for your brain, and I will give you one.”
The blood reached my shoes and caught my attention. Had I been further along in my programming, I perhaps would never have noticed such a thing or had the capability to think to wipe it away. But so far, I had only been to MacDill and Disney World for government/military programming. At last, when I could speak, I begged, “If you don’t mind, can I please use your bathroom?”
Cheney’s face turned red with rage. He was on me in an instant, slamming my back into the wall with one arm across my chest and his hand on my throat, choking me while applying pressure to the carotid artery in my neck with his thumb. His eyes bulged and he spit as he growled, “If you don’t mind me, I will kill you. I could kill you — Kill you — with my bare hands. You’re not the first and you won’t be the last. I’ll kill you any time I goddamn well please.” He flung me on the cot-type bed that as behind me. There he finished taking his rage out on me sexually.
On the long trip back to Michigan, I lay in a heap behind the seats of the Suburban, nauseated and hurting from Cheney’s brutality and high voltage tortures, plus the whole Wyoming experience. My father stopped by the waterfalls flowing through the Tetons to “wash my brain” of the memory of Cheney. I could barely walk through the woods to the falls for the process as instructed, despite having learned my lessons well from Cheney on following orders.
The next year when our “annual” trip to Disney World rolled around, my father drove, pulling his new Holiday Rambler Royale International trailer. My father dropped me off en route at the Kennedy Space Center in Titusville, Florida where I was subjected to my first NASA programming. From then on, I was “obsessed” with following the “Yellow Brick Road” to Nashville, Tennessee. Moving to Nashville was all I could talk about. If anyone asked me the question I could not think to ask myself “Why?”, I would respond by reiterating it was something “I had to do.”
lol. this is hilarious!
Let me know what you did to get on those mailing lists so I can avoid ever doing it, even by accident.
Reminds me a little of a novel I read once about some former college classmates going to see one of their own who was by then confined to an institution for the insane.
“What happened to him?” the narrator asked.
“He was writing these stories. Weird sequences about unspeakable creatures from forbidden dimensions who struck madness deep into the minds of all they encountered.”
“So? Sounds to me like the sort of thing Lovecraft wrote.”
“Yes, but there’s a big difference. (The classmate) was writing nonfiction.”
well, who knows, maybe this tortured bit of nonsense is just what the doctor ordered. as has been noted by some, Congress doesn’t actually have the power to delegate its war-making power to the Executive, even if John Kerry thinks the President ought to have that kingly prerogative to properly threaten other nations. the IWR was unconstitutional, and if that ain’t enough, anyone who didn’t know that GWB was going to take it and run is far too STUPID to be in politics, period. to parade that stupidity as an excuse is, well, bullshit.
but who knows, maybe it’s just the right bullshit at the right time to bamboozle the base while manipulating the center. for me, i’ll take clear reason:
I am not really sure on that one.
doesn’t have to be either/or. how about cowardly idiots?
Not having objected at the time and having effectively no coherent or cohesive message even now, this is a ship that may have sailed but certainly hasn’t ever even been boarded. Now I’ll restate that in terms a bit clearer. Making the claim NOW that we never voted for war then is not necessarily the best method with which to address claims that Democrats supported the war. We’re there, the damage has been done and continues daily. Democrats need to fucking get together as ONE unified party and offer a plan for withdrawal that they reference at every available opportunity. Scream about it, if necessary. Whatever it takes. Indicate the administration’s incompetence daily. But how we got there, 3 years on, is likely a moot point as far as the public is concerned.
Well, it’s far less mind-boggling to debate the meaning of “authorize” than the meaning of “is”. But, I don’t think your argument really flies. I suppose Congress could’ve debated a resolution to declare war, but it didn’t; it debated the Authorization for the Use of Military Force. That authorization passed. The Dems (as far as the vote count goes on that resolution) authorized the President to declare war. So, while it may be debatable whether they ‘voted for the war’, I’d have to say your headline is factually incorrect.
What’s worse, is that in passing that resolution, they also authorized ambiguity in the most important issue facing your country. They didn’t take responsibility for their duty – they didn’t vote to declare or not declare war. They didn’t challenge the fact that the executive has spent the past 30 or so years setting up an intelligence and defense infrastructure that might have gathered enough information to make that decision, but wouldn’t share it with The People; they simply said to the White House, “Well, you’d know better than us, so you decide.” Had they declared war, it might’ve been a little more clear whether the Geneva Conventions applied, or whether the CIA should be rendering prisoners through secret torture networks. Instead, they stood up and made their voices loud and clear: they voted for Passing the Buck. To a gang of thugs.
beautifully said.
Dear Thereisnospoon: Sometimes you have to S P E L L it out before people get the picture. Thank you so much for S P E L L I N G it out so well.