So, Dubya apparently won't back off from saying that it's

the responsibility of other nations, including opponents of the Iraq action, to contribute to both security and reconstruction.

Someone's come along to bail him out every other time that he's gotten himself into trouble, so dammit, there's just got to be someone out there whose job it is to bail him out now. And to do it his way, too, without dropping even the merest hint that he, himself, might bear some responsibility for the mess:

According to the officials involved in drafting the speech ... Mr. Bush will acknowledge no mistakes in planning for postwar security and reconstruction in Iraq. ...

In the speech, Mr. Bush will repeat his call for nations — including those that opposed the Iraq action — to contribute to rebuilding the country, but he will offer no concessions to French demands that the major authority for running the country be turned over immediately to Iraqis.

As it has ever been for our man W. He seems to view his own life story, including his rise to power, as the expression of some divine plan, as in a speech at Yale where he said:

When I left here, I didn't have much in the way of a life plan. I knew some people who thought they did. But it turned out that we were all in for ups and downs, most of them unexpected. Life takes its own turns, makes its own demands, writes its own story. And along the way, we start to realize we are not the author.

George W. Bush is not the author of his own life story -- I think we can all agree on that much. But we may have to disagree on who is. Time and again, when he had gotten himself into trouble of all sorts, a way out was made to appear, from his last-minute acceptance in the Texas air national guard, leapfrogging more qualified candidates, to the serial bailouts of his failing oil ventures, to the credit he was allowed to collect for other peoples' work managing the Texas Rangers baseball team. And after all this time being rescued from failure after failure by a will not his own, he seems to have mistaken the friends of Dad for the hand of g-d...