Bring Me the Head of Donald Rumsfeld

Figuratively speaking, of course.

The above was going to be the title of my article today... well, until George Bush in a rare moment of lucidity saved me the trouble of asking. I decided to leave it as is since the head still lives, though thankfully elsewhere.

I believed Secretary Rumsfeld to be one of the scariest individuals on the planet for the past six years. With the vicious, petty Dick Cheney, Donny was half of the two-headed Siamese beast driving the U.S. government and its global policy toward an un-American form of lawlessness and a cavalier disregard for human rights and human life.

I can blame George Bush for falling under their spell for so long and so hard, but he should never have been President, anyway.

(I'm not talking about the Florida election fiasco. The electorate got what they deserved by giving such a lightweight even a chance to win.)

To anyone who did their homework on the neo-con world-view, including papers and articles authored by Cheney, Rumsfeld and their Byzantine pet wonk, Paul Wolfowitz, "Shock and Awe", Guantanamo, Abu Graib, covert spying, waterboarding and the rampant corruption of the war effort are all the natural fallout of a selfish, perverted philosophy.

There's a Cold War cultural sense in their plans and strategies, clandestine modes of operation, blatant power-mongering and disregard for the public will. It has been a policy out of step, out of date and way out of line, since day one.

Why it took almost six years to begin to figure it out is beyond me. I hate politics, but unfortunately I live in the world. These guys made that world a much less safer place for me and mine--and yours, too.

Bring me their figurative heads, one and all.