And now for the “Worstest” American in living History.
So let’s return to our short list before announcing the clear winner.
Rush Limbaugh, the King of hate radio, has created a bunch of clones who have successfully snuffed the life out of talk radio. But they are all simply Trojan horses for the powers that be who will happily enrich individuals willing to promote an Oligarchical agenda by playing on and increasing the ignorance of the base—setting up these poor suckers for their real destiny—to be the economic slaves of the 1%. Sure one or two people might win the lottery—you have to provide some hope and you have the provide the facade of entertainment. The dystopian world that is realized in countless movies is being realized in American reality.
Ted Cruz and Donald Trump fulfill the same purpose— they are perfect for the job of distracting the masses as they are led to the slaughter—blaming the immigrants, moochers, atheists, gays, educators and artists—anyone but the 0.01% who are busy buying up and corrupting democracy.
Roger Ailes has tapped into a deep lucrative vein—turning misinformation into an art form—and like Rush Limbaugh, giving birth to whole army of shallow idiotic prognosticators who are never burdened by standard journalistic professionalism, never constrained by the need for facts, objectivity or basic decency.
Then there is Koch, born out fascism, looking to die in a self created Randian Utopian fascist country, where nothing matters except his own freedom to build his fantastic wealth off the backs of others.
Sheldon Adelson who is confused about where his loyalties are—loves his own perverted version of what he wants Israel to be, far more than anything in America, except perhaps for his fantastic, yet dubiously earned profits from his casinos’s—he knows the math, he understands the inevitability of the house margins on the ever spinning roulette wheel, and if he can finally succeed in picking the President by spending a $1 billion a pop he will hit the mother of all jackpots. This is what he gets in return a) More than a billion dollars in tax cuts every year b) A justice department that will overlook his activities and C) American foreign policy designed to allow Israel to build ever higher walls against ever more pissed off’d Palestinians, a war with Iran and any other Arab nation that objects to Israel’s apartheid policies and its theft of lands to that not belong to it.
So a merry bunch to say the least. That leaves us with Jeb, sorry George W, no, no, no—you have to snatch the vipers head—in order to extract the poison.
The Winner—George H.W. Bush
A Little Bit of Bush Sr.’s Most Machiavellian History:
This choice may come a surprise, so please allow me to explain.
The Bush clan have never had to abide by the types of laws created by healthy Democracies, that are designed to keep some type of level playing field—not since the 1950’s at least, when Bush Sr. joined his Yale Skull and Bones* chums, both inside and outside the Texas-oil-baron financed CIA. Bush was inducted into Skull and Bones (graduating from Yale) in 1948. And by 1953 was obviously a player in the CIA, a player who ran an oil-drilling business that did remarkably little drilling. By the time of the CIA Iranian coup d’état of 1953 against Iranian Prime Minister Mohammad Mossadeq (leading to the installation of a CIA-sponsored puppet), Bush was very likely in a position to at the very least be in the know—what is the point of being part of Skull and Bones if not to engage in such activities?
The CIA hand was always evident in George Bush Sr.’ s activities. Russ Baker explains: “According to a CIA internal memo dated November 29, 1975, Zapata Petroleum (Bush Sr.’s startup oil venture) began in 1953 through Bush’s joint efforts with Thomas J. Devine, a CIA staffer who had resigned his agency position that same year to go into private business, but who continued to work for the CIA under commercial cover.
Devine [was] a ‘cleared and witting commercial asset’ of the agency, acted as Bush’s informal foreign affairs adviser, and had a close relationship with him through 1975.”
The CIA’s operation against Cuba (the Bay of Pigs) was called “Operation Zapata,” since they used Poppy’s drilling-rig site at the remote island of Cay Sal Bank as their base of operations.
By 1963 George H. W. Bush must have been a pretty senior operative.
“Practically jumping off the screen was a memorandum from FBI director J. Edgar Hoover, dated November 29, 1963. Under the subject heading ‘Assassination of President John F. Kennedy,’ Hoover reported that on the day after JFK’s murder, the bureau had provided two individuals with briefings. One was ‘Captain William Edwards of the Defense Intelligence Agency.’ The other: ‘Mr. George Bush of the Central Intelligence Agency.’”
It does not ease one’s mind to know George H. W. Bush lied about his whereabouts on the day of the assassination—for, yes, he was in Dallas that day but also arranged for an alibi suggesting he was not.
Apparently, George H. W. Bush is the only American alive on November 22, 1963, the day Kennedy was assassinated, who does not know where he was. Now, the flimsy cover for all of this: another person who happened to be called George Bush was employed by the CIA. But this obvious nonentity was simply used as a stooge. By the 60’s, while he was still a covert operative, there was the fortuitous (for Big Oil) JFK assassination. Even with Watergate in the 70s (discussed elsewhere, Nixon may well have been set up). Then there was the Iranian hostage crisis. Bush—the CIA director from 1976 to 1977 (no one outside the agency realizing he had been an operative for decades), then VP and president—had secured the safety and long-term survival of the Saudi Royal Family.
Meanwhile, the Saudi Family were nurturing the future Al-Qaeda. The Saudi role in 9/11 is close to being made public—the Saudi role behind Lockerby (alongside Iran and Libya) might have more layers of confidentiality, but Bush Sr. is to blame—since Lockerby was simply retaliation for Bush’s refusal to apologize for the Americans downing an Iranian Civilian airliner (“I am not an apologizing type of guy”) and his team assisted Pakistan in acquiring the bomb in their excited efforts to help the mujahideen—who later grew into the Taliban, Al-Qaeda, and the Muslim Brotherhood—to drive the Russians from Afghanistan. Then there are the Bush W. (George W. Bush) cover-ups, including his invented religious conversion with Billy Graham. No, the Bush dynasty through their contacts has as many resources as they need. But if you are really paying attention, the ghosts keep emerging from the deeply buried past. This is because the Bush kids are pretty dimwitted.
George Herbert Walker Bush (Bush H., or Poppy): he is sort of the linchpin to the whole Bush clan. He is generally perceived as a decent guy, but we are going to be painting a less rosy picture. How come so few people see what is in fact quite clear and irrefutable? How has the Bush clan been so successful in insulating itself from its horrendously horrible histories? Like most everyone else, I had a somewhat sympathetic attitude towards Poppy. First, this positive image must be acknowledged and explained. We need to look at his undoubted strengths and how he acquired them. These strengths were not an act; they were part of an evolving DNA.
His father, Prescott Bush, for all his heinous faults, was “old money,” and that would indicate a relative type of class. He was urbane, discreet, and modest. His experiences during the First World War, and where he had also become involved in intelligence in 1918 in France and where he had also massively embarrassed himself by claiming false heroics, would have taught him the importance of discretion.
Prescott Bush’s wife, Dorothy Walker (five Bonesmen served as ushers at their wedding), the daughter of George Herbert Walker, had been raised in a very different environment. Dorothy came to abhor her dad’s vulgar, nouveau riche greed—which became even more obvious when meeting Prescott Bush. Dorothy almost fanatically raised her kids to be far more modest and polite. Combine this dynamic with Prescott Bush’s ever-increasing role in covert and even treasonous activities, and you can see why George H. W. Bush would have been raised in an environment that understood the advantages and necessities of keeping a low profile, friends close and enemies closer still. Counter-snobbery is far more effective than snobbery—and is the essence of class.
George G. H. Bush. Sr. The Author: The answers lie in what he does not discuss.
Politeness and loyalty bring in greater long-term rewards. So Bush H. W.’ s alter ego, his public persona, was always polite, at pains to be decent. This must be his legacy, his ultimate shield. Bush H. W. was concerned with his legacy— a uniquely complex task— never actually wrote a presidential autobiography. He would have been very tempted, to say the least. He was obviously always keen to control the narrative, which was fraught with problems, but he was not to be deterred. He did write an autobiography as vice president in 1987—Looking Forward.
Would it possible to write a blander book? Well, in this instance one may have to judge a book by its cover. But no, that would not be fair. The title is bland, the cover is bland, and it was no doubt mainly written by his political consultant and family friend, Victor Gold. (See Appendix 3—“ Poppy the Author.”) This book, which one would think would have political importance, had three customer reviews on Amazon, one on Barnes and Noble and zero on Google at the time of this writing. Ronald Reagan, who preceded him, by comparison, has over 225 reviews. I could have mentioned Bill Clinton with over 800 reviews, but that would be a bit unfair since by 2004 Amazon was just beginning to take off. There has been no apparent effort to release an e-book or do a reprint of Looking Forward. From Library Journal: Although Vice President Bush had planned to write this autobiography for several years, the timing of its release and its fluffy content make it typical of the campaign biographies of potential presidential candidates. “After about the first ten to fifteen pages, the book did a steep fall in its level of interest. The next chapters were highly boring and were similar to each other.
Clearly, in terms of excitement this sounded about as thrilling as going to watch a Norwegian noir movie about an aging, lonely, suicidal dentist without subtitles in a rundown cinema with fifty empty seats. Adding to this is that the probable ghostwriter is on the one hand too close to the subject to demand spice and perhaps too political to stray from the Bush line. But Victor Gold (the ghostwriter) does have balls, as we will soon discover— so that just means that this book’s unavoidable blandness comes from the source, not the ghostwriter. Another red flag was the trumpeting of his receiving his “Yale degree Phi Beta Kappa.” It just sounds so damn impressive. I mean, it is just impossible to get into Yale these days—my hometown has a great high school that regularly turns out about thirty graduates with impeccable SAT’s, impossibly brilliant résumés. So I was wondering what it actually means to be inducted into this amazing-sounding, nation’s oldest academic honor society—and this is what it boils down to: “an invitation to Phi Beta Kappa typically means* this: You get a letter… signal that an applicant is smart— or at least works hard…”
Well, a decorated Bush war veteran, having served his country—surely easily accepted into Yale, helped by patronage, and into a certain club that runs the university—I guess he at least gets a “works hard” sign-off. I do not mean to disparage Phi Beta Kappa members, but just want to point out sometimes people get accepted as a result of other factors far removed from merit. About twenty-five years after this rather lame effort at writing an autobiography for a presidential campaign, H. W. decides to get serious—but no, that would lead to far too many questions, simple stuff like, when did you join the CIA? Where were you the day JFK was assassinated? So H. W. found a solution; he decides to publish an exhaustive collection of cherry-picked letters: All the Best, George Bush: My Life in Letters and Other Writings (2013). These are mainly to family and give the impression of a loving family man. But this narrative is revealing by what it leaves out— his other persona.
In this collection of letters there are very few historical insights, a lack of anything newsworthy regarding, say, Watergate, a scandal where—as newly revealed by his son W., amongst other more objective sources—he played an integral role.
As the then chairman of the Republican National Committee, he asked Nixon in a private letter to resign August 7, 1974. (You might want to think of the Kevin Spacey character, Frank Underwood, in the Netflix drama House of Cards. No, I am not referring to the odd love triangles, etc., but more to how Underwood and Washington politics maneuvered the sitting president out of office.)
The W. disclosure was received by the media as if it were brand-new. (The Telegraph wrote: “The potentially pivotal role played by George Bush Senior during the Watergate crisis has been disclosed for the first time by his son and fellow former president.”) In fact, his father had made the original revelation in his autobiography in 1987. These Bush letters may on occasion be more for his benefit than the recipient’s. Today’s generation, when they look at the abundance of often lengthy correspondence, are likely to be impressed. Especially relative to today’s counterparts—texts that might say, “Hi, what’s up?” But this positive view of such literary efforts lacks context. My own dad was in the navy, and these naval officers, being well educated, were culturally and professionally grounded in the skill and importance of writing prolific reports, journals, and letters to the hierarchy, family, and friends. Being away from home, whether at boarding school from the age of seven or sent around the world for lengthy periods with no internet or cell phones, meant that writing letters was as natural as breathing.
Nixon’s pertinent enemies:
Nixon was at odds with the CIA for reasons that will be discussed. But Nixon was not about to let “the striped pants faggots on foggy bottom”— including the “Yalies”—tell him what to do For the Oilmen fraternity, reducing the oil depletion allowance, a treasured tax break (giveaway) was a red hot button of doom. Big Oil’s position was that oil was a capital investment for which one can claim tax depreciation, a capital loss. JFK had tried to reduce the depletion, only to meet his match or maker. (I do not need to go beyond the cause-and-effect relationship rebuttal at this point.)