Indeed, among most Americans, Bush doesn't [inspire the H-word] either. Because surveys didn't ask, we don't know how many Americans hated past presidents. But now the question is being asked, and the answers show that only a small minority -- millions, to be sure -- claim to hate Bush. One poll in December found that 3 percent did. The hating may have been slightly higher in the Clinton presidency, because the same poll asked respondents whether they now hate Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton, and 5 percent said they did. But the central conclusion is striking: Most Americans don't see themselves as haters.
What in the hell is striking about that conclusion? I'm gonna say it again. I don't hate Bush. I don't know what kind of man he is personally. I've never met Bush nor do I ever expect to. I don't care. I only care about his policies, and those I do hate.
I've never met any politician. The closest I ever came is I saw Alan Cranston up close once. To me, they're just politicians. I don't want to say they have one-track minds, but I do think they have minds with one big ol' urban highway and a bunch of little dirt roads. The highway concentrates on getting elected. That's what politicians really care about. Policies, personal behavior, everything else travels the dusty lttle tracks.
Probably no pollster asked the question, but I sure would like to know what the level of Bill Clinton hatred was. I gar-own-tee it was higher than any Bush hatred today. The "Bush hatred" claim is just another classic example of right wing projection. See Dave Neiwert (pronounced Nye-wert-- I hate having my own name mispronounced) at Orcinus for a good discussion of this ( type "projection" into Find to get to the right spot on the page).
Whatever nasty accusation the right makes against the left, it's usually indicative of the kind of nastiness that lies within them. (I'm rubber and your--STOP THAT!)
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