The Fool On the Hill

Paul McCartney is hardly my favorite Beatle (John Lennon is) and Magical Mystery Tour is not my favorite Beatle album (Revolver is). Yet the lyrics to McCartney’s “Fool On the Hill” have played inside my head since President Bush’s nationally televised “surge” speech last week.

McCartney’s lyrics aptly describe both the disposition and reputation of this President as he prosecutes a losing war in Iraq. Bush and his cabal of criminal enablers are insipid sociopaths. Foolish and simultaneously Machiavellian. For all the speculation over the years about Vice President Cheney being in charge, this group of ideological freaks are defined by George Bush. I leave the rest to Paul McCartney:

Day after day, alone on the hill
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
They can see that he's just a fool
As he never gives an answer
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning around
Well on the way, head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him
Or the sound he appears to make
And he never seems to notice
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning around
And nobody seems to like him
They can tell what he wants to do
And he never shows his feelings
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning around
He never listen to them
He knows that they're the fools
They don't like him
The fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning around