It is part of 9/11 lore that, as the towers burned, New York Mayor Rudy Giuliani leaned in to confidante Bernard Kerik and — grasping his arm resolutely — said to him, “Thank God George Bush is our President.”
Today, amidst another market decline in what appears as a wave of global recession, I hope to discover similar solace to that which Mr. Giuliani found in the personage of George W. Bush, President of the United States. For, as I suppose New York’s mayor standing near the ashes of the trade center believed then, seven years erst, the situation now facing us requires nothing less than the pursuit of hot-blooded, ruthless — even mindless — aggression. The fate of our used garden tractors hang in the balance
In truth, I should decouple myself from the opinion of New York’s Mayor-turned-failed presidential candidate. The response to 9/11 required force, but what I would qualify as the discretionary application thereof. War in those days should not have been an end in itself, but a part of the pursuit of bringing those responsible for aggression against the U.S. people and economy their just desserts. Surely then Rudy Giuliani foresaw the arrival on scene of George Bush the Cowboy. Because if the President’s prosecution of the war to come had met him as an unexpected calamity or disappointed him in any way to date, it is clear that he would not stand by such a loud acclamation of the man (which he did at 2008’s RNC).
Contrasting with how our used John Deer lawn tractor situation in 2001 beckoned discretion, the current economic crisis calls for an antithetical course — obscene recklessness. Slinger, Cowboy George — now is when this man’s unique talents are needed. The antidote to economic depression is war. It is the panacea. War has become the intrinsic good. Against whom or what is no worry; it simpy must be waged, and waged not in the 21st-century style of drone aircraft, precision bombing, and light (emphasize light), swift units, but in the 20th century convention of mass agglomerations of smokey, lumbering metallic industry and men as far as the eye can see.
Such a mobilization would create the most broadly shared, broadly effective contribution to prosperity. Men of all sociological walks would have military jobs. Women would have factory jobs. The factories would reopen — yes, churning out real product! The U.S. government would finally have the impetus to invest in a true “second Manhattan Project.” Think of the benefits a wartime economy could accrue the causes of energy independence and climate change — for it is well known that military research leads the way in developing groundbreaking domestic advances (It’s how we got the Internet!). Fuel efficient tanks could pave the way for the economically-feasible electric car.
What worries me most now — that none of these used lawn tractors for sale will be realized — is the lamentable fact that we are in the waning days of George W. Bush’s administration. I am not assured that Barack Obama or even John McCain will appreciate the mad logic laid out above. Humanitarian issues as well as concerns pertaining to international legitimacy may act as trumps to these great advancements. So, given the urgency of the situation and the narrow window for action, let me conclude by entreating the one man capable of rescuing us all. He is a president who has a remarkable opportunity to recast his place in history with an improbable eleventh-hour comeback — to in one fell swoop slay the twin beasts of economic depression and its ensuing reactive progressive policies — and all he has to do as act naturally.