Tallahassee’s unexpected significance

A Squadron, The Queen's Royal Lancers, in Abu Naji Camp, Iraq, 2004 (I'm on the second tank from the right, sat on the turret at rear left).

‘A’ Squadron, The Queen’s Royal Lancers, formed up in Abu Naji Camp, Iraq, 2004 (I’m on the second tank from the right–Delta 30–and perched on the turret at rear left).

From New Orleans it was a five-hour journey to Florida’s Tallahassee. The only problem is I can’t remember anything about our stay there.

According to the guidebook, “Tallahassee has a slow tempo [evidently] and a strong sense of the past, evoked  in its historic buildings and museums.”

One interesting point of note: Tallahassee has been the scene of every major wrangle in Florida politics, including the controversial ballot recount of the 2000 presidential election that led to George W. Bush’s victory.

So, one could argue–admittedly stretching the logic to a possibly ridiculous degree but this blog isn’t trying to win any Pulitzer prizes so here goes–that the road to Iraq and Afghanistan began in slow-tempo’d  Tallahassee of all places.

My feelings toward Mr. Bush have mellowed with time. I think he came into the presidency with decent intentions as a compassionate conservative, but got royally screwed by a combination of extraordinary events and a team of morons advising him horrendously.

Reportedly his initiative, the President’s Emergency Plan for Aids Relief (Pepfar), has done enormous good in Africa and for which he doesn’t tend to get much credit. So I’ll give him a bit for that.

Though I’m still pretty nonplussed about the other stuff, Mr. Bush.