My Years of Bush

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Sometime during the year 2000, when G.W. Bush's run for the U.S. presidency on the Republican ticket was announced, and it failed to collectively crack the public up, I knew right then that there was something wrong going on. Not so much W's candidacy; rather, the fact that it did not crack the public up. When, in early 2001, G.W. Bush became the Supreme Court's choice against the will of the people, I was expecting widespread riots all over the land. Nothing happened, and everyone seemed to take it in stride, but I took it personally. America had cheated on me. I lived my middle age years in New York City between 1985 and 2004. Somewhere along the way, I acquired U.S. citizenship, but my wife Reiko, whom I met there right after 911, convinced me to move us back to Paris in late 2004, bthough not until I cast my "Anybody but Bush" vote, alas to no avail. I wrote these short pieces in 2005 in Paris while Dubbya was in his second term, to keep alive the memory of my New York years and I needed a title. The country has since slipped much further down toward perdition. It's now 2022, almost 20 years later and I could as well have "replaced" all the "Bushes" in this text by as many "Trumps". But it would lack biographical accuracy. (Update 2022: I missed ol' Dubbya during the Trump years. I even wished his bro Jeb had made it instead.)