The Bush administration has a decidedly pre-911 worldview.  Tragically so.  Which of course is quite ironic in that they continually hurl such labels at the feet of, well … pretty much anybody who opposes them. 

But actions speak far louder than empty rhetoric.  Bush has surrounded himself with Cold War relics Rumsfeld, Cheney, and other assorted neocon minions.  Even Condi Rice wrote her doctoral dissertation and Cold War security issues.  Think about this.  Every single member of this administration was born, raised, and seasoned in a bi-polar balance of global power.  All dreaming of a coming unipolar world.  But none of them have a damn clue about what to do with it, much less with how to address foreign policy in the absence of a superpower enemy. 

Case in point, we have the re-articulation of “Star Wars” in Bush’s new space policy which essentially hoists a ginormous American flag over all of outer space.  Which serves exactly no purpose.  The threat to U.S. interests in space is exactly what it was 20 years ago when Reagan tried this - Zilch.  Nada.  As empty as the space between Shrub’s privileged elitist ears. 

Passing legislation asserting the United States’ right of defense against threats to its national interest in space is superfluous at best.  Yes, we can, should, and will react if someone is threatening to destroy the DoD stattelite array.  Yes, we all know that a president willing to squeeze off a giant poo on top of the constitution by signing a bill to legalize torture will surely not hesitate to destroy a threat to, ee-gads, the mobile phone networks of U.S. multi-nationals. 

Never mind that not One. Single. Country. hostile to U.S. interests are anywhere close to a position – or a desire – to engage the U.S. in a space war.   Never mind that ushering in a new space race will not help to bankrupt our current enemy as it ‘possibly’ once did to the Soviets – we’re the only ones left to bankrupt.  This is about a dismal failure of a president trying to make himself look strong in advance of an election seemingly pre-ordained to deliver a sharp rebuke to six straight years of failure.   By having a childish territorial pissing over a territory that nobody else even wants.