Maureen Dowd

It's their reality. We just live and die in it.

In Bushworld, American troops go to war and get killed, but you never see the bodies coming home.

In Bushworld, flag-draped remains of the fallen are important to revere and show the nation, but only in political ads hawking the president's leadership against terror.

In Bushworld, America can create an exciting Iraqi democracy as long as it doesn't control its own military, pass any laws or have any power.

In Bushworld, America can win over Falluja by bulldozing it.

In Bushworld, it was worth going to war so Iraqis could express their feelings without having their tongues cut out, although America cannot yet allow them to express intemperate feelings in newspapers without shutting them down.

In Bushworld, it's fine to take $700 million that Congress provided for the war in Afghanistan and post-Sept. 11 recovery and divert it to the war in Iraq that you're insisting you're not planning.

In Bushworld, you don't consult your father, the expert in being president during a war with Iraq, but you do talk to your Higher Father, who can't talk back to warn you to get an exit strategy or chide you for using Him for political purposes.

In Bushworld, it's all right to run for re-election as the avenger of Sept. 11 even as you make secret deals with the Arab kingdom where most of the Sept. 11 hijackers came from.

In Bushworld, you get to strut around like a tough military guy and paint your rival as a chicken hawk, even though he's the one who won medals in combat and was praised by his superior officers for fulfilling all his obligations.

In Bushworld, it makes sense to press for transparency in Mr. and Mrs. Rival while cultivating your own opacity.

In Bushworld, you can reign as the antiterror president even after hearing an intelligence report about Al Qaeda's plans to attack America and then stepping outside to clear brush.

In Buschworld, those who dissemble about the troops and money it will take to get Iraq on its feet are patriots, while those who are honest are patronizingly marginalized.

In Bushworld, they struggle to keep church and state separate in Iraq, even as they increasingly merge the two in America.

In Bushworld, you can claim to be the environmental president on Earth Day while being the industry president every other day.

In Bushworld, you brag about how well Afghanistan is going, even though soldiers are still dying and the Taliban are running freely around the border areas, hiding Osama bin Laden and delaying elections.

In Bushworld, imperfect intelligence is good enough to knock over Iraq. But even better evidence that North Korea is building the weapons that Saddam Hussein could only dream about is hidden away.

In Bushworld, the CIA says it can't find out whether there are weapons of mass destruction in Iraq unless America invades on the grounds that there are weapons of mass destruction.

In Bushworld, there's no irony that so many who did so much to avoid the Vietnam draft have now strained the military so much that lawmakers are talking about bringing back the draft.

In Bushworld, America is making progress in the war on terror by fighting a war that creates terrorists.

In Bushworld, you don't need to bother asking your vice president and top Defense Department officials whether you should go to war in Iraq, because they've already maneuvered you into going to war.

In Bushworld, you expound on remaking the Middle East and spreading pro-American sentiments even as you expand anti-American sentiments by ineptly occupying Iraq and unstintingly backing Prime Minister Ariel Sharon of Israel on West Bank settlements.

In Bushworld, America went to war to give Iraq democratic process, yet disdains the democratic process that causes allies to pull out troops.

In Bushworld, you pride yourself on the fact that your administration does not leak to the press, while you flood the best-known journalist in Washington with inside information.

In Bushworld, you list Bob Woodward's book "Plan of Attack" as recommended reading on your campaign Web site, even though it makes you seem divorced from reality.

That is, unless you live in Bushworld.