Uncle Sugar

For generations, Bush and his ilk have used bloodshed to turn public policy into private gain.

By Chris Floyd

Why did George W. Bush insist -- with such fanatical certainty, despite the well-established, clearly-stated doubts of his own intelligence services -- that Saddam Hussein was hoarding a vast arsenal of weapons of mass destruction? Why the insistence on this pathological disassociation from reality, which led directly to the death of thousands of innocent people? Why did he tell such lies, such cynical lies, such horrible lies, lies dripping blood, lies breeding more lies like rats on a plague ship?

That's easy -- his family was making money from it.

We're not talking here of the family's well-known association with the Carlyle Group, the world-bestriding "private equity" firm whose massive war-machine holdings have been so greatly engorged by Bush's sack of Baghdad. True, Carlyle has long been a profitable Bushist perch: Papa George was an eager bagman for the firm, cruising the globe with his plutocratic partners -- like the bin Ladens -- for insider contracts, secret buyouts and lucrative "privatizations" of public services. Even the L'il Pretzel himself was parked on the board of one of Carlyle's companies when he was at loose ends between scamming the shareholders of Harken and bamboozling the voters of Texas.

But last year, Papa retired from the firm, heading off into the sunset to wallow in the government swag that Junior had pumped Carlyle's way -- $2.1 billion in 2003 alone. While he doubtless still has "interests" in a number of Carlyle's shady deals, he's through with the higher hustlerdom. No, today we're dealing with Pop's brother, William, uncle of the current president.

William Bush is a director of Engineered Support Systems Inc., a supplier of high-tech military goods to -- well, to the highest bidder. Just last year they sold $13 million worth of advanced radar gear to upgrade communist China's fleet of fighter jets -- you know, the kind that force down U.S. spy planes with such aplomb. This is just par for the family course, however; William's brother, Prescott Jr., is head of the America-China Chamber of Commerce, while Pretzel's brother Neil is in bed with the son of former communist chieftain Jiang Zemin.

But helping arm a dictatorial regime that tyrannizes its own people, invades its neighbors and actually possesses large stockpiles of WMD is just a sideline for Uncle Bill. (Although, again, it's a family tradition -- after all, it's what Papa George did for years with his special little friend, Saddam.) Mostly, Bill's ESSI does boffo box office with nephew Georgie's Pentagon and that new family investment opportunity, the Department of Homeland Security. And this is where those phantom Iraqi WMDs -- so maniacally hyped by Junior -- come in, investigator Margie Burns reports in the Prince George's Journal.

Among its many wares for the "warfighter" (the firm follows current Pentagon usage in replacing the ancient and honorable name of "soldier" with this nerdy adolescent jargon), ESSI markets a "Chemical Biological Protected Shelter System" unit -- a mobile shed that can provide a non-contaminated area for command centers or field hospitals during a WMD attack. In the very first week of George's war, with the television generals warning every hour of impending bioterror doom hurtling toward the troops, Uncle Bill's boys raked in $19 million for a shipment of CBP units, an ESSI press release reports. This was on top of $44 million worth of the anti-WMD units ordered during Pretzel's panic-mongering before the war.

Now what would have happened to Uncle Bill's bottom line if George had told the truth?

ESSI is also profiting from panic-mongering on the home front. Last summer, while Georgie bounced the "threat level" up and down, ESSI bagged a fat Homeland Security contract to begin developing a fleet of mobile emergency communication centers for use in the event of a biochemical terrorist attack by the CIA's old Afghan jihad employees -- now better known as al-Qaida. As long as George keeps those colored lights going -- and the ex-CIA gang do their duty with the occasional bit of ooga-booga here and there -- Uncle Bill will keep gulping that "threat level" gravy.

Overall, ESSI slurped up an estimated $380 million from the Pentagon alone last year, not counting the China deal and an extra $26 million dollop from Saudi Arabia -- that other famous bastion of freedom and democracy -- to service its Royal Air Force.

And so it goes, on and on, the great wheel of grease. Bush's bellicose policies -- obviously based on the Scriptures: "There shall be war, and rumors of war" -- foment a never-ending cycle of blowback and revenge, of fear, instability and global militarization. (Indeed, cosmic militarization: a whole armada of new "space weapons" programs are now in preparation, Wired reports.) But this is the kind of moral chaos the Bush-Walker clan has always profited from, as Kevin Phillips shows in his devastating new history, "American Dynasty."

In revolutionary Russia, the Bush-Walkers did business with Reds and Whites; then they helped arm the Nazis and the Allies. His descendants arm China and threaten it -- as always, making money both ways. The nature of the customer doesn't matter -- king, communist, nazi, sheikh, warlord, poobah -- it all comes down to this: Are they open for business?

So did George Walker Bush attack Iraq just so his uncle could shift a little product? No. But for generations, he and his family and their silky ilk -- the higher hustlers, in search of easy money -- have used bloodshed, hatred and deceit to turn public policy, and public treasuries, into engines of private gain. War profiteering is inevitable, inescapable -- even laudable -- in the waking nightmare of corruption and death they've helped foist upon the world.