Today is Donald Rumsfeld's last day at the Pentagon. They will be giving him the full military party circuit to say goodbye, spending a whole lot of taxpayer moolah so that Rummy can save face with a full dance card. But where is the accountability with regard to disastrous decisions, piss poor planning, and the failures that have led the United States to be mired in a mess that has only gotten worse and worse as the months of Rumsfeld's tenure at DoD ticked by — where is the accountability?
"Why do we have to keep going through this?" he declared with exasperation on Oct. 11 when asked if he took responsibility for what had gone wrong in Iraq.
"Of course I bear responsibility. My lord, I'm secretary of defense. Write it down. Quote it. You can bank it."
When history records the lessons from the tenure of George Bush and his malignant pack of cronies in this Administration, hubris, ego, and disdain for the rights of the American public to the answers to every difficult question they might ask will be at the top of the list of failures. I hope Rummy enjoys being the Shrub scapegoat of the day.
Lesson learned from this: you do not own the White House or the Department of Defense or the Congress or any aspect of government. The American people do. You are running them on loaner from us — and if you fail to run them with the proper amount of care and concern for those persons placed under your supervision, or without an eye to the WHOLE of your job, then we will toss you out on your behind.
No one is irreplaceable — but the public's need for real leadership and not just some faux sloganeering and PR hooey? It's growing. And you will be held to account — by history and by the members of your own little cabal of sycophants and party loyalists for them losing their seat at the trough — because no one likes a loser.
I would like my accountability with a side of lessons learned by greedy, egomaniacal idiots who get other people's children killed, please. Because it is well past time for that to happen.
Don't know about you guys, but I am looking forward to the day when Rummy and his pal Dead-Eye Dick, rumble around their adjacent summer home properties in Maryland, whining about how no one ever understood the magnitude of what they were trying to do for the American public. Because I, for one, do not ever expect either man to have the epiphany that they were just plain wrong.