Can I just say that I hate George Bush?

Not his policies or his actions alone…I hate the man himself.

This is a long standing hatred. It goes back to before he was even running for President…

It goes back to Karla Faye Tucker, a woman put to death in Texas on Bush’s watch.

I’m opposed to capital punishment…but that’s not why I hate George Bush. I can understand someone who believes in the death penalty — I don’t agree with it, but I do understand the conceptual arguments for it, and can see how someone could be in favor.

I can see how a person in the governor’s chair could enforce the law. I can.

What I will never understand, and never forgive, is when said governor, with the power of life and death in his hand, MOCKS the woman he is about to kill.

Mocks her, trivializes her death…acts as if her death was unimportant. I can understand anger at her crimes; I do not understand the barbarian snicker at the meting out of rough justice.

It should never look like fun, George. Get it?

This is evil. Evil.

I do not understand “Bring it on” for one who will not feel the pain his words invite. I do not understand the fawning, simpering, cavalier attitudes of one who holds such power in his hands.

Gravity, ponderous gravity…I want such a man, one in such a position, to feel the weight of his decisions.

George Bush, I am sure, feels nothing of this.

Character issue, indeed.