Soon after the U.S. went to war in Iraq and Afghanistan, my ex-hippie, ultra-liberal neighbor began wearing a T-shirt depicting President Bush as Satan. Every day. It was disgusting, not only because he wore that shirt until it had holes in it but also because he was filled with so much rage that he felt the need to literally wear that hatred on his chest.
Throughout the Bush years there were daily protests in my hometown. Rain or shine, they were stationed in front of my bank and in front of the grocery store. They held signs – written in scary, crazy-people writing – that screamed, “Bush is a WAR MONGER!” and “NO WAR FOR OIL!!”
Then, in 2008, a miracle happened. Almost the moment Barack Obama took office every protester disappeared. The wars in Iraq and Afghanistan were still raging on, but that officially became “Bush’s fault.”