That indomitable Christian and cult leader (consider his Bible thumping hordes) is innocent of the crimes he's accused of. You have but to ask him and he'll tell you. Nothing is ever his fault. He has appointed himself chief uniter and decider. Early on, during his first campaign, he declared himself a leader and felt compelled to elaborate with, "leaders lead, that's what they do." He also hears God talking to him, though that's probably a Karl Rove stratagem for the Thumpers. He knows he's a saintly person, whose destiny is somehow tied together with nukes and the Middle East. God hasn't made that completely clear to him yet, but God help us all if He does.
Dubya doesn't like people who look and dress funny. They're not as impressed with him as he thinks they should be.
He knows his family and business associates never respected him, not even when he became an oil man. He'd show them, he must have thought. I'll hit a gusher with my wild cat! Dubya can never be an alpha male, though he desperately wishes he could. He's like the drummer in a band who says, "I'm not a musician. I just like to hang around with them." Comprising a large piece of his electorate, the Thumpers accept him on faith, as they do God. Their powers of self-deception are enormous, and help Dubya evade responsibility and accountability for his crimes.
Someone who is never wrong can't learn from their mistakes. Prisons are full of such innocent people. Dubya has no fear of answering for his crimes because he never committed any, and besides, even if he did, someone would bail him out of trouble just as the Supreme Court bailed him out when he lost the 2000 election. When the towers were destroyed it was Clinton's fault. It's always someone else's fault, so he's conveniently excused from the hard work of disciplined introspection that demands answers without excuses. He's always has someone willing to follow him and clean up his messes, even while he's busy making another one.
Dubya's threats against his enemies, the evil axis, define the limit of his "statesmanship." Iran has asked for talks with the U.S., but Dubya refuses even though he's threatened to use nuclear weapons against them. As the U.S. goes ever deeper into debt, Congress, that august body of yammerers, passes another huge tax cut. This is like a man who's legs are amputated, but buys that bicycle he wanted anyway. Dubya's fiscal recklessness has spooked the Japanese and Chinese, our chief creditors, into taking a hard look at their U.S. investments. Adding his personal version of "statesmanship," Cheeney goes to Russia with his figurative shotgun, and proceeds to blast holes in any goodwill that may still remain there. He looks and acts like the ridiculous fool he is while Putin, who is a statesman, responds with carefully measured words, delivered with quiet dignity.
Hundreds of thousands of perfectly innocent people are dead in Iraq, and Dubya dismisses them as collateral damage. It's Saddam's fault. He should have cooperated, says Dubya. He'd like to take his "success" in Iraq and visit Iran, but hopefully someone is watching him and his itchy trigger finger. It's horrifying that this fraudulent president holds the planet's fate in his hands. This "I didn't do it," and "The buck stops over there," president has made evading responsibility an art. He epitomizes the loose cannon, smashing up the ship as it rolls in stormy seas and he becomes more dangerous and unpredictable in direct proportion to his free falling poll numbers. He can't be allowed to commit his greatest crime of all - using nuclear weapons on Iran.
