George W. Bush is now painting portraits of immigrants and baking cookies with Michelle Obama. He has gone to rehab. But have we?
The late-night comics became our dealers. The "Bush-isms"— "Fool me once, shame on... shame on you. Fool me—you can't get fooled again." —were our drug of choice. Every malapropism, every awkward smirk, every quizzical head-tilt was a dopamine hit for the left and a rallying cry for the right. addicted to bush 2
We expected the Obama era to be the methadone clinic—calm, measured, intellectual. But our dopamine receptors were fried. We had spent eight years addicted to the chaos of Bush, and normal governance felt like the flu. George W
We were addicted to the drama of the man. And now, with the benefit of hindsight, we need to examine what that addiction did to our political nervous system. Every addiction starts with a hook. For Bush, that hook was 9/11. But have we
Let’s be honest: We had a problem. For eight years—and arguably longer—American politics was hooked on a drug called George W. Bush.