Bu$hleaguer - Pearl Jam

Artist: Pearl Jam
Song: Bu$hleaguer
Year: 2002
Album: Riot Act

Hopefully, this will be the last day that this song will have any sort of relevancy. I don't often share political views. I am open minded to anything. I have no party affiliations. I take pride in the fact that I can freely choose the best person for the job, regardless of what party they call their own.

When Dubya was given the nomination in 2000 for the Republican party, I thought it was a joke. This man has failed at almost everything he has done regarding business. I thought I was justified in his first term, when nothing much was accomplished and Dubya spent a good chunk of time on vacation. That's why there are check and balances. So the right thing gets done.

Then in September 2001, fear took over the nation and up stepped Bush and his cronies to push unfathomable laws onto the United States. People in constant fear will do what they're told, for the most part. If anyone disagreed, well, they were dubbed unpatriotic. It was a perfect situation.

In the end, his presidency will be that of endless debate. He has done some good things, like giving billions of dollars to help out starving, diseased Africans. Plus, he inspired a whole new movement of anti-war songs. His handling of New Orleans and Osama Bin Laden and Iraq will outweigh any good that he actually did. I have had enough of this president. I am ready for change.

Lyrics:
How does he do it? How do they do it? Uncanny and immutable
This is such a happening tailpipe of a party
Like sugar, the guests are so refined

A confidence man, but why so beleaguered?
He's not a leader, he's a Texas leaguer
Swinging for the fence, got lucky with a strike
Drilling for fear makes the job simple
Born on third, thinks he got a triple

Blackout weaves its way through the cities
Blackout weaves its way through the cities
Blackout weaves its way

I remember when you sang
That song about today
Now it's tomorrow and
Everything has changed

A think tank of aloof multiplication
A nicotine wish and a Columbus decanter
Retrenchment and hoggishness
The aristocrat choir sings
"What's the ruckus?"
The haves have not a clue
The immenseness of suffering
And the odd negotiation, a rarity
With onion-skin plausibility of life
And a keyboard reaffirmation

Blackout weaves its way through the cities
Blackout weaves its way through the cities
Blackout weaves its way

I remember when you sang
That song about today
Now it's tomorrow and
Everything has changed.