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Bugliosi Man

May 29th, 2008

There is no lawyer I look up to more than Vincent Bugliosi. For years he has been an inspiration to me, but I must say I am thoroughly disappointed by his latest book about prosecuting George W. Bush for murder. Bugliosi is a genuine American hero, a fair-minded individual who is hyper-competent and brilliant (a rare combination). He’s written other political works that I enjoyed, including None Dare Call it Treason, but I can not get on board with this book. For anyone to go before the nation and argue that Bush is guilty of murdering our soldiers in Iraq and Iraqi citizens is in extremely poor taste and it reeks of demagogy, especially when they are not historians examining the matter in several years when everything has come to light but they are merely non-political observers with little to drawn on. I know it’s chic to rip President Bush and the War in Iraq, but I can’t get behind such a book. I was deeply disappointed to read about it, as Bugliosi should know better than to work on such a project.

Edit: I’ve read the excerpt, “Legal Framework for the Prosecution” and this is not worth the paper it’s printed on. Bugliosi has written fine books on a wide variety of subjects, and as a lawyer he has no rival, but this book is not worthy of him.

Second edit: I also read “George Bush’s Unseemly Response to the Suffering He Has Caused” and that is absolute garbage. Just like psychologists are entering murky waters if they diagnose people they’ve never met, Bugliosi is making a ridiculous argument about George W. Bush not feeling any pain from the War in Iraq because he sees him smile on the way to fundraisers. No one who works with the President has written anything to indicate he doesn’t care deeply about the dead, and Bugliosi is just being silly.

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