Uncle Remus Saw Bush Coming

Uncle Remus tells us a story of a stubborn rabbit whose stubbornness got him in the stew pot.  And says we're up to our arses in the thicket and stuck firmly to the Tar Baby, heading for the pot.  I think his wisdom bears repeating here, so I have condensed the three articles that I wrote a couple of years ago for your entertainment and edification.

Uncle Remus says we're up to our arses in the thicket and stuck firmly to the Tar Baby.  Iraq looks more every day like a brier patch.  

Now I think once you familiarize yourself with the Tar Baby tale that you will recognize a certain stubborn arrogance in Brier Rabbit and 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.
 
... he does sound a little like Uncle remus telling us a bed time story at times.  "`Ef you don't lemme loose, I'll knock you agin,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, en wid dat he fotch 'er a wipe wid de udder han', en dat stuck. Tar-Baby, she ain'y sayin' nuthin', en Brer Fox, he lay low.” The Wonderful Tar Baby Story    
 
Bush Rabbit is staying the course just like Brier Rabbit did because he just keeps getting “stucker” and can’t figure out how to get loose.  The difference is that Bush Rabbit has gotten not only himself stuck, but somewhere in the neighborhood of 300,000,000 Average Americans as well.

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."

And calamus root translates in Farsi into “Bring ‘em on!” to the stew pot if I’m not mistaken.  I just hope after all is said and done Brier Fox doesn't swagger out of the brier patch in a flight suit, grapefruit in a codpiece and smirk "Mission Accomplished".