With every passing day, I find myself looking for new words to express how I feel about the Bush Administration. Appalled. Disgusted. Loathing. My vocabulary can't keep up with my feelings of revulsion.

Assuming that you are a feeling, caring, giving person--at least to your family, anyway--how can you reasonably react to the photos from Abu Ghraib prison? I mean, if you have the ability to empathize, are your empathetic senses not running overtime, at breakneck speed, ready to boil over into some kind of fury at our soldiers, tarred with shame at even living in the same country as these people, much less being represented by them?

But, of course, soldiers are only following orders, and the ones who are promoted are merely trying to please their superiors. Follow that logic up the chain of command and you'll discover something hard and black and viscious at the core of it all.

And so Dubya "privately chastizes" Rumsfeld. So very privately, of course, that it was on the front page of the Washington Post the next day.

And so Rumsfeld apologizes to Congress.

And so Dick Cheney says, "Get off Rummy's back."

And so today Dubya stands in the DoD offices and says that our country owes a debt of gratitude for Rummy's fight against terrorism. Yes, Dubya stands by our Secretary of Defense, despite his failure to plan for the occupation as well as his oversight of the US department responsible for the most heinous war crimes since WWII.

I'm beyond retching physically. I'm long into emotional dry heaves as I throw up in reaction to everything my country does these days. Truly, I don't know if I have more to give up. I can only continue to work for Bush's defeat in November and, non-religiously speaking, pray that he doesn't screw up the world too badly between November and January.