Just for a moment, Colbert brought a heavily sheltered President Bush face to face with the outrage and revulsion that large swathes of the American public feel for him and what he has done to our country.Now see, I'm a word person. And when I or someone else use just the exact right word, I get a little chill of pleasure down my spine. That ever happen to you?
Well it happened to me when I read the word "revulsion." What a fantastic, fantastic word. Don't you just have the urge to find a way to work that into your regular conversation tomorrow? (Well, probably not. But I do.) It so perfectly characterizes the feeling I get when I consider our President and all he represents. Revulsion.
Of course, for those on the right that's just my (uncommon) admission of Bush Derangement Syndrome, the whacked-out hatred of Bush that has no basis in reality.
The thing is, it's all about reality. It's about where we came from, where we are, and where we are going. It's about our inability as a society to even agree on what "reality" is. Traitors and patriots staring at each other from each side of the looking glass, snarling and spitting.
It's about not only not trying to suppress our worst instincts, but reveling in them. It's about whittling the universe down to six inches in front of our faces - if that. It's about money and power and privilege and religion. It's about Dennis Hastert driving a hybrid car a block away from a photo op press conference, then jumping into an Escalade.
We know full well the Emperor has no clothes. And we don't care.
It's not really about Bush at all. He's just a symbol, a pawn in a high-stakes game he only partially understands. But that's part of the picture, too.
What I feel, all too often, is revulsion. Thanks, Scott Rosenberg, for giving me a word for it.