As promised yesterday, here’s a picture of Helen, Georgia.
In this self-invented nation, I suppose there are any number of sort of self-invented, or re-imagined towns. Helen was in Cherokee country. Gold was discovered and the rest of the miserable story is pretty well known. After the gold played out, logging was the thing. After the forests were stripped, something new was needed. Some of the burghers in Helen decided to make it an ersatz Bavarian village.
I see where Scott McLellan has written a book, and shits on George Bush to some extent. As I think I’ve written in the past, I have no patience for schmucks like this. You stood in the White House press room, spouting arrant nonsense and lies, and pretty much being a toady to Mr. Bush while accepting tax dollars for your salary. You never had the nerve, the courage, the stones, while in that job to stand up one (or more) days, and say “Here is the unvarnished true version” and then tell it. You were never loyal to your employer The American People, and now you want to gussy up your rep and make some bucks with a shitty book. Well, screw you, buddy. You betrayed the citizenry while in office, you betray your boss now that you are out of your office. What’s next? Cheating on your wife?
Really, I don’t care a fig what motivates Mr. Bush, Mr Cheney, and the rest of those vampires. I’m not their shrink, and don’t want to hear about their miserable childhoods. All that matters is what they do and whether it is good or bad (or indifferent). Some of their actions can be judged immediately, others only with time. I don’t need the upstairs maid to tell me they don’t wash their hands after taking a leak and other such personal failings. Historians seem to be caught up in this sort of rubbish just as much as gossip columnists.
I’m sure if it had been a money-maker, Mr. McLellan woulda said Mr. Bush was a true philospher-king, and the greatest president since Benjamin Franklin (yeah, I know Mr. Franklin wasn’t a president!).
