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Did you catch the MSNBC News last night, the last word with Keith Olberman?
Here's a link to see it and below is a transcripyt from another web source.
https://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/24635229#24635229
Keith Olberman's show
https://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3719710/
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Transcript of Keith Olberman 5/14/08
Finally tonight, as promised, a Special Comment on two topics a lot of
us had foolishly thought, had naively hoped, we would not again have to
address... and a third topic nobody thought a President would ever seriously
mention in public unless perhaps he'd just been hit in the head with something
and was not in full possession of his faculties--how he expressed his empathy to
the families of the dead in Iraq by giving up golf.
The President has resorted anew to the sleaziest fear-mongering and
mass manipulation of an administration of a public life dedicated to realizing
the lowest of our expectations. And he has now applied these poisons to the 2008
presidential election, on behalf of the party at whose center he and Mr. McCain
lurk.
Mr. Bush has predicted that the election of a Democratic president
could, quote, "eventually lead to another attack on the United States."
This
ludicrous, infuriating, holier-than-thou and most importantly bone-headedly
wrong statement came yesterday during an interview with Politico.com and online
users of Yahoo.
The question was phrased as follows:
"If we were to pull out of Iraq
next year, what's the worst that could happen, what's the doomsday scenario?"The
President replied:
"Doomsday scenario of course is that extremists throughout the Middle
East would be emboldened, which would eventually lead to another attack on the
United States.
"The biggest issue we face is, it's bigger than Iraq, it's this
ideological struggle against cold-blooded killers who will kill people to
achieve their political objectives.'
Mr. Bush, at long last, has it not dawned on you that the
America you have now created, includes 'cold-blooded killers who will kill
people to achieve their political objectives'? They are those in, or formerly
in, your employ, who may yet be charged some day... with war crimes.
Through your haze of self-congratulation and self-pity, do you still
have no earthly clue that this nation has laid waste to Iraq to achieve your
political objectives?
'This ideological struggle,' Mr. Bush, is taking place
within this country. It is a struggle between Americans who cherish freedom,
ours and everybody else's, and Americans like you, Sir, to whom freedom is just
a brand name, just like "Patriot Act" is a brand name or "Protect America" is a
brand name.
But wait, there's more.
You also said "Iraq is the place
where al Qaeda and other extremists have made their stand and they will be
defeated."
They made no "stand" in Iraq, Sir , you allowed them to assemble there!
As certainly as if that were the plan, the borders were left wide open by your
government's farcical post-invasion strategy of 'they'll greet us as
liberators.' And as certainly as if that were the plan, the inspiration for
another generation of terrorists in another country was provided by your
government's farcical post-invasion strategy of letting the societal
infra-structure of Iraq dissolve, to be replaced by an American Vice-Royalty
enforced by merciless mercenaries who shoot unarmed Iraqis and then evade
prosecution in any country, by hiding behind your skirts, Sir.
Terrorism inside Iraq is your creation, Mr. Bush!
It was a Yahoo user who brought up the second topic upon whose
introduction Mr. Bush should have passed, or punted, or gotten up and left the
room claiming he heard Dick Cheney calling him. "Do you feel," asked an ordinary
American, "that you were misled on Iraq?"
"I feel like -- I felt like, there were weapons of mass destruction.
You know, "mislead" is a strong word, it almost connotes some kind of
intentional -- I don't think so, I think there was a -- not only our
intelligence community, but intelligence communities all across the world shared
the same assessment. And so I was disappointed to see how flawed our
intelligence was."
Flawed.
You, Mr. Bush, and your tragically know-it-all minions, threw out every
piece of intelligence that suggested there were no such weapons.
You, Mr.
Bush, threw out every person who suggested that the sober, contradictory,
reality-based intelligence needed to be listened to, fast.
You, Mr. Bush, are
responsible for how "intelligence communities all across the world shared the
same assessment."
You and the sycophants you dredged up and put behind the most
important steering wheel in the world propagated palpable nonsense and shoved it
down the throat of every intelligence community across the world and punished
anybody who didn't agree it was really chicken salad.
And you, Mr. Bush, threw under the bus [Ding!], all of
the subsequent critics who bravely stepped forward later to point out just how
much of a self-fulfilling prophecy you had embraced, and adopted as this
country's policy in lieu of, say, common sense. The fiasco of pre-war
intelligence, Sir, is your fiasco.
You should build a great statue of yourself turning a deaf ear to the
warnings of realists, while you are shown embracing the three-card monte dealers
like Richard Perle and Donald Rumsfeld and Dick Cheney. That would be a far more
fitting tribute to your legacy, Mr. Bush, than this Presidential library you are
constructing as a giant fable about your presidency an edifice you might as
claim was built from Iraqi Weapons of Mass Destruction because there will be
just as many of those inside your Presidential library as there were inside
Saddam Hussein's Iraq.
Of course if there is one over-riding theme to this
president's administration it is the utter, always-failing, inability to know
when to quit when it is behind.
And so Mr. Bush answered yet another question
about this layered, nuanced, wheels-within-wheels garbage heap that constituted
his excuse for war.
"And so you feel that you didn't have all the information you should
have or the right spin on that information?"
"No, no," replied the President. "I was told by people, that they had
weapons of mass destruction..."
People?
What people?
The insane informant
"Curveball?"
The Iraqi snake-oil salesman Ahmed Chalabi?
The American
snake-oil salesman Dick Cheney?
"I was told by people that they had weapons of mass destruction, as
were members of Congress, who voted for the resolution to get rid of Saddam
Hussein.
"And of course, the political heat gets on and they start to run and
try to hide from their votes."
Mr. Bush, you destroyed the evidence that contradicted the resolution
you jammed down the Congress's throat, the way you jammed it down the nation's
throat. When required by law to verify that your evidence was accurate, you
simply re-submitted it, with phrases amounting to "See, I done proved it,"
virtually written in the margins in crayon.
You defied patriotic Americans to say "The Emperor Has No Clothes" only
this time with the stakes (as you and the mental dwarves in your employ put it)
being a "mushroom cloud over an American city."
And as a final crash of self-indulgent nonsense, when the
incontrovertible truth of your panoramic and murderous deceit has even begun to
cost your political party seemingly perpetual congressional seats in places like
North Carolina and, last night, Mississippi, you can actually say with a
straight face, Sir, that for members of Congress "the political heat gets on and
they start to run and try to hide from their votes" - while you greet the
political heat and try to run and hide from your presidency,and your
legacy, 4,000 of the Americans you were supposed to protect, dead in Iraq, with
your only feeble, pathetic answer being, "I was told by people that they had
weapons of mass destruction."
Then came Mr. Bush's final blow to our nation's solar plexus,
his last re-opening of our common wounds, his last remark that makes the rest of
us question not merely his leadership or his judgment but his very suitably to
remain in office.
"Mr. President," he was asked, "you haven't been golfing in recent
years. Is that related to Iraq?
"Yes," began perhaps the most startling reply of this nightmarish
blight on our lives as Americans on our history. "It really is. I don't want
some mom whose son may have recently died, to see the Commander-in-Chief playing
golf. I feel I owe it to the families to be as -- to be in solidarity as best as
I can with them. And I think playing golf during a war just sends the wrong
signal."
Golf, Sir?
Golf sends the wrong signal to the grieving
families of our men and women butchered in Iraq?
Do you think these families,
Mr. Bush, their lives blighted forever, care about you playing golf...
Do you
think, Sir, they care about you?
You, Mr. Bush, let their sons and daughters
be killed.
Sir, to show your solidarity with them you gave up
golf?
Sir, to show your solidarity with them you didn't give up your pursuit
of this insurance-scam, profiteering, morally and financially bankrupting
war.
Sir, to show your solidarity with them you didn't even give up talking
about Iraq a subject about which you have incessantly proved without pause or
backwards glance, that you may literally be the least informed person in the
world?
Sir, to show your solidarity with them, you didn't give up your
presidency?
In your own words "solidarity as best as I can" is to stop a
game? That is the "best" you can? 4,000 Americans give up their lives and your
sacrifice was to give up golf!
Golf. Not "gulf" -- golf.
And still it gets worse.
Because it proves that the President's
unendurable sacrifice, his unbearable pain, the suspension of getting to hit a
stick with a ball, was not even his own damned idea.
"Mr. President, was there a particular moment or incident that brought
you to that decision, or how did you come to that?"
"I remember when de Mello, who was at the U.N., got killed in Baghdad
as a result of these murderers taking this good man's life. And I was playing
golf -- I think I was in central Texas -- and they pulled me off the golf course
and I said, it's just not worth it any more to do."
Your one, tone-deaf, arrogant, pathetic, embarrassing gesture, and you
didn't even think of it yourself? The great Bushian sacrifice, an Army private
loses a leg, a Marine loses half his skull, four thousand of their brothers and
sisters lose their lives, you lose golf and they have to pull you off the golf
course to get you to just do that?
If it's even true.
Apart from your medical files, which dutifully record your torn calf
muscle and the knee pain which forced you to give up running at the same time,
coincidence no doubt, the bombing in Baghdad which killed Sergio Vieira de Mello
of the UN and interrupted your round of golf, was on August 19th, 2003. Yet CBS
News has records of you and photographs playing golf as late as October 13th of
that year, nearly two months later.
Mr. Bush, I hate to break it to you six-and-a-half years after
you yoked this nation and your place in history to the wrong war, in the wrong
place, against the wrong people.
But the war in Iraq is not about you.
It is not, Mr. Bush, about your grief when American after
American comes home in a box. It is not, Mr. Bush, about what your addled brain
has produced in the way of paranoid delusions of risks that do not exist, ready
to be activated if some Democrat, and not your twin Mr. McCain succeeds
you.
The war in Iraq, your war, Mr. Bush, is about how you accomplished the
derangement of two nations, and how you helped funnel billions of taxpayer
dollars to lascivious and perennially thirsty corporations like Halliburton and
Blackwater, and how you sent 4,000 Americans to their deaths for
nothing.
It is not, Mr. Bush, about your golf game! And, Sir, if you
have any hopes that next January 20th will not be celebrated as a day of
soul-wrenching, heart-felt Thanksgiving, because your faithless stewardship of
this presidency will have finally come to a merciful end, this last piece of
advice:
When somebody asks you, Sir, about Democrats who must now pull
this country back from the abyss you have placed us at...
When somebody asks
you, Sir, about the cooked books and faked threats you foisted on a sincere and
frightened nation...
When somebody asks you, Sir, about your gallant, noble,
self-abnegating sacrifice of your golf game so as to soothe the families of the
war dead.
This advice, Mr. Bush...
Shut the... hell up!
Good night, and good luck.
