There's no denying the power of myth. I just finished reading Adam Zamoyski's new book on Napoleon's catastrophic 1812 campaign. Unbearable military and civilian suffering on every page. Zamoyski says that a total of one million people were killed, equally divided on both sides, between June 1812 and February 1813. Through fecklessness and even greater self-centeredness than usual, Napoleon destroyed his army to no purpose at all, then abandoned it to freeze and starve to death while he hustled back to France. And still, DESPITE all this, his dying troops would cheer on their tubby little emperor -- "You da man!" comme on dit en francais -- as he fled past them homeward bound. Why? Zamoyski quotes Raskolnikov in Crime and Punishment: "The real Master, the man to whom all is permitted, can storm Toulon, stage a massacre in Paris, forget about an army in Egypt, throw away half a million men in the Moscow expedition and then get away with a witty phrase in Vilna. Yet altars are erected to him after his death, for to such a man all is permitted. No, such people are clearly not made of flesh, but of bronze!"
But I still don't get it. Whatever my fellow Americans may see in GWB, to me he's more Bonzo than bronze.
Carl