Some people speak these days about a growing nostalgia for George W. Bush, the man and his years in the White House. More than any of the right wing hysteria directed at President Obama, this turn towards the maudlin demonstrates the range of feelings in play in our hyper-partisan age. No emotion no matter how cheaply sentimental is below being claimed by a perpetually aggrieved right wing as long as it rewrites history to properly support the ruling class.
When it comes to the matter of George W. Bush and his blood-soaked legacy of violence, lies, and ruin, if I'm not appreciating the truths of our pop culture prophets like Big Boi, then I'm recalling the hatred. Lest one take this for a gratuitous negativity on my part, let me make it clear. As Hunter S. Thompson once said of Nixon, the hatred for George W. Bush has brought our family together. I hate him. My mother-in-law despises the man. My father loathes all that W has done and said. We share this, and it is a good thing. We understand each other.
It was not always this way. See the image below. My parents were once proud donors to the conservative movement. We are now on the same page. Thanks to George W. Bush and the hatred he called forth, there is more love in my family.