text: question about president bush?? im from south africa and hardly know much about him but i am curious as to why so many americans or other people dislike or hate george bush? thanks! i copied this from the "best of" craigslist page, but the message was too important *not* to share.       proud of your country? your leader?   --------------------------------------------------------------------------------   date: 2006-03-21, 4:38pm pst   i am ashamed. i am ashamed of this president. aren't you? after watching his press conference today, a sense of shame overtook me. i'm ashamed that he took to the podium today as if he emptied out a container of laughing gas. i'm ashamed of a president who has the temerity to laugh when asked a question about war. i'm ashamed of the whores of the fourth estate who care more about having the honor of being the butt of one of the president's jokes than about exposing the truth to the american people. i'm ashamed that millions of my fellow americans are so scared and so desperate for leadership that they believe the president's bullshit.   i am ashamed. i'm ashamed of this president, this megalomaniac hellbent on leaving his assprint on the map of the middle east, no matter how much destruction is wrought and no matter how much blood flows in the streets of lands that never threatened us. i'm ashamed that when i see the american flag waiving, images of flag-draped coffins flash in my mind. i'm ashamed of freedom's march. ashamed when i see villages reduced to rubble. ashamed when i see the tiny little corpses. god, they're so painfully tiny--lined up in a row, little angels wrapped in colorful blankets that starkly contrast against their gray-tinged faces. ashamed when i see wailing iraqis slam their hands against plain, unvarnished coffins, over and over, asking "why? is this democracy? why?" when i see those image of funerals, of broken families, i want to crawl into my tv, i want to go to them and grab their slumped shoulders and scream "i'm sorry, good god, i'm so sorry. i want to leave, i want us to leave, believe me. but they won't listen...no one listens anymore."   i'm ashamed that the word "massacre" is even uttered in connection with our actions in iraq. i'm ashamed it's not just one massacre that is alleged, but two. i'm ashamed it's gotten to the point that i can't even tell this little voice inside of me to shut up, that little voice that says maybe, just maybe it could be true. that the impossible may be plausible. before this war, i would have rejected such claims outright. but that voice of plausibility is the consequence of those black hoods. it's the consequence of those leashes, those snarling dogs. it's the consequence of those detainees chained to bedframes. of naked pyramids. of forced sex acts. of beatings and blood-streaked floors.   i am ashamed. ashamed that justice is no longer blindfolded, but gagged. ashamed that in america, in america, i can only protest in "free speech zones" the size of postage stamps. ashamed that by the time i'll take my oath as an officer of the court to support the constitution, i'll be swearing to uphold a tattered document that has managed to survive over 200 years only to be shredded by this president in less than eight.   i am ashamed. ashamed that in america, i see bearded men panhandling in the street, holding cardboard signs that read "u.s. vet, can't work, need food. god bless." ashamed that somewhere, in our america, a grandmother is sitting alone at her kitchen table, crumpled bills clutched in her thin hands, agonizing over the choice before her: medicine for her pain, or food to keep on living. ashamed that there is a child who will go to sleep tonight on a cot in an orphanage, with no one to read him a story, no one to stroke his hair and kiss him goodnight, because the american taliban thinks gay americans can't love, can't parent, can't provide.   i am ashamed of my fellow americans. ashamed that they haven't fl