On September 11, 2001, I forced myself to stop hating the president. My complaints against George W. Bush were the usual ones. He lost the popular vote, he mangles the English language, he's incurious about the world, and he's just too conservative. Yet he's a bleeding heart liberal next to Saddam Hussein and the Taliban. He also stood between Osama bin Laden and the rest of us. We were suddenly at war, and Republicans weren't the enemy. Most of us felt the same way. For a short little while, America was united. The country felt like a family. Two years...