Now I think once you familiarize yourself with the Tar Baby tale that you will agree that Bush Rabbit is our Brier Rabbit. He is staying the course just like Brier Rabbit did because he just keeps getting “stucker” and can’t figure out how to get loose.

But now that Bush Rabbit has us so very stuck, who is Brier Fox? That is the question. Moqtada al-Sadir? Old "Dead or Alive" Osama? Iran? Allah? Uncle Remus did not answer that question in his tale. I guess we will find out when he emerges from the brier patch where he is chuckling as he patiently watches us exhaust ourselves in the morass that is the neocon Iraq wet dream. And then I am sure Brier Fox will invite us to dinner once again - this time as in the tale, an offer we can’t refuse.
 
"`Tu'n me loose, fo' I kick de natal stuffin' outen you,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, but de Tar-Baby, she ain't sayin' nuthin'. She des hilt on, en de Brer Rabbit lose de use er his feet in de same way. Brer Fox, he lay low.

"Den Brer Rabbit squall out dat ef de Tar-Baby don't tu'n 'im loose he butt 'er cranksided. En den he butted, en his head got stuck.

"Den Brer Fox, he sa'ntered fort', lookin' dez ez innercent ez wunner yo' mammy's mockin'-birds.
'Howdy, Brer Rabbit,' sez Brer Fox, sezee. `You look sorter stuck up dis mawnin',' sezee, en den he rolled on de groun', en laft en laft twel he couldn't laff no mo'. `I speck you'll take dinner wid me dis time, Brer Rabbit. I done laid in some calamus root, en I ain't gwineter take no skuse,' sez Brer Fox, sezee."

Now calamus root translates in Farsi into “Bring ‘em on!” if I’m not mistaken.  I just hope Brier Fox doesn't swagger out of the brier patch in a flight suit and smirk "Mission Accomplished".