The Dubya Stands for Winner
The W that we English speakers, readers, and writers grafted onto the Latin Script replaced the double u that was an adjustment made to make things work when they did not. Add an American Southern drawl, and you get Dubya. Dubya is the speaking shortcut that helps us distinguish distinguished President George Bush Jr. from President George Bush Sr. aka Herbert Walker aka Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) Director. Enough philology.
I'm a continental type of niggah, continental flights, first class attender, mile high member, High Times DZA, fly as fuck, so we're puffing on killah, George W, and the W stands for winnah
Around September 2000 Anno Domini, Kester Avenue Magnet Elementary School, on the border of posh Sherman Oaks and rugged Van Nuys, CA, hosted a mock presidential election with their fifth grade students. I was one of many. Vice President Al Gore, who “took the initiative in creating the internet”, won with exceeding ease.
If my memory bondserves me correctly, he got like 80%-90% of our vote, including mine. Before the Lewinsky scandal, which I did not understand at the time, my mom used to say, “he’s my friend”, whenever President Bill Clinton was on our television screen. And good ol’ Al was his Vice, but he had at least 26 more.
When Dubya won, and did so scandalously with the aiding and abetting of Florida Man, we were pissed off. We hated him instantaneously. Before 9/11, my baba began reading aloud to me Bushisms. My favorite was, ‘I know the human being and fish can coexist peacefully.” A beautiful misunderstanding of realpolitik, amongst the species. A close second was, “I know how hard it is for you to put food on your family.” Can you tell, I grew up liberal? I had a software engineer who works for National Public Radio (NPR) and who grew up in South Central Los Angeles, speak to my high school students in South Central Los Angeles, and I learned from him that knowledge of the existence of NPR, let alone daily listening as I was subject to as a young warthog, is rare.
I was in 6th grade when 9/11 happened. And though, like everyone else, I was initially shocked, over the years in middle school and especially in high school, I became exceedingly skeptical of the narrative fed to us. Immortal Technique was my biggest influence into looking into and opposing the Authorization to use Military Force (AUMF), the jingoistic Patriot Act, and the invasions of Afghanistan and Iraq. But I also applauded The Town’s Congresswoman Barbara Lee’s standing alone against the mob, reminiscent of the first Congresswoman Jeannette Rankin who audaciously opposed The Great War and even more impressively WWII, with her no vote on the AUMF. Studied vigorously due to the inspiration of Congressman Ron Paul, who got the AUMF wrong, but after seemed to be the most consistent voice against the wars abroad. And I worked for his friend Congressman Dennis Kucinich.
This all prepared me to be superlatively entertained when I heard this good fellow say,
“The result is an absence of checks and balances in Russia, and the decision of one man to launch a wholly unjustified and brutal invasion of Iraq — I mean of The Ukraine. heh. Iraq too, anyway. 75. uh!
Everyone is calling this a gaffe, a blunder, and a Freudian Slip. I agree. I would go one step further and say that as dictionaries evolve to add video clips in addition to inanimate images, this clip, without any other preface or words after, should accompany these three terms.
Was it, as he says, his age?
Was it a guilty conscience?
Was it serendipity? Grace? Eucatastrophe?
I don’t know. But I love it.
Though not directly related to the death and destruction Dubya spread abroad, Lil Wayne’s ballad to the POTUS reminds us of the death and destruction he spread at home. I invite you to hear his fellow American’s hot take: