…from ever writing about George Bush again. But instead he brings us this piece with the undeniably correct title, “Barack Obama is not George Bush.”
Well, of course not. Was there ever anyone who had a particle of doubt on that score? When I first glanced briefly at the title, not paying attention to who had written the article, I thought for a fleeting moment that the author meant that Obama was worse than Bush. Then I noticed who’d written it, and I realized that Chait must be very threatened by how far the mighty Obama has fallen to feel called upon to differentiate the two and state how much better Obama is than his altogether-blameworthy predecessor.
This tells you how bad it must be for Obama right now, because Chait is the guy who wrote the most famous, no-holds barred, unashamed, and unapologetic ode to Bush Derangement Syndrome I’ve ever read.
It was titled “Why I Hate George Bush”—you certainly can’t accuse Chait of coyness—and was published in the New Republic in September of 2003, over ten years ago. Chait began like this:
I hate President George W. Bush. There, I said it. I think his policies rank him among the worst presidents in U.S. history. And, while I’m tempted to leave it at that, the truth is that I hate him for less substantive reasons, too. I hate the inequitable way he has come to his economic and political achievements and his utter lack of humility (disguised behind transparently false modesty) at having done so. His favorite answer to the question of nepotism–“I inherited half my father’s friends and all his enemies”–conveys the laughable implication that his birth bestowed more disadvantage than advantage. He reminds me of a certain type I knew in high school–the kid who was given a fancy sports car for his sixteenth birthday and believed that he had somehow earned it. I hate the way he walks–shoulders flexed, elbows splayed out from his sides like a teenage boy feigning machismo. I hate the way he talks–blustery self-assurance masked by a pseudopopulist twang. I even hate the things that everybody seems to like about him. I hate his lame nickname-bestowing– a way to establish one’s social superiority beneath a veneer of chumminess (does anybody give their boss a nickname without his consent?). And, while most people who meet Bush claim to like him, I suspect that, if I got to know him personally, I would hate him even more.
Tell us how you really feel, Jonathan.
[NOTE: Notice also the personal, juvenile quality of Chait’s Bush-hatred. It’s meant to sound tongue-in-cheek, but at the same time it appears deeply felt and rooted (as Chait himself seems to suggest) in some sort of adolescent humiliation and envy.]


