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It’s almost like Dusty Baker has a checklist at home and every day he tries to say something dumber to make himself look even worse than he did the day before.

While his team was grinding out the minimum amount of runs necessary to avoid a shutout in a 3-1 loss to the Braves, Dusty was hatching a plan to find somebody new to blame it on.

Who would it be this time? The scoreboard operator? Maybe Yosh Kawano is putting too much starch in the seat of their game pants? Oh, I know, the red roof on the “Budweiser” house across Waveland is too red.

Nope, none of those would have been suitably dumb enough for Dusty. He had to do them even better.

No, Dusty decided to blame the Cubs poor play, the fans’ irriation with that play, and the feeling that he’s not wanted…on the Internet.

Since we have a timer on the home page that counts down to the glorious day in November of 2006 when this stooge’s contract expires, I think he might be talking about us, among others.

“It’s no secret,” he said. “There are some people that don’t want me here.”

To be fair, Dusty, we don’t want a lot of Cubs to be here, you’re just one of them. He wondered aloud why there’s a firedustybaker.com Web site, but why other managers don’t have to put up with that. Even Mike Kiley figured out that more successful managers than Dusty put up with just that very thing, that’s why you can visit firejoetorre.com and firetonylarussa.com.

There is no fireozzieguillen.com, that one won’t spring up until the second week in October.

What Dusty forgets is that it’s not like the fans “turned” on him for no reason. When the Cubs hired him in the winter of 2002 most of us Cubs’ dopes (like me) were excited. Here was a manager who had just been to the World Series (even if he did botch it), and he was going to bring credibility to a franchise in dire need of it.

Dusty’s pretty sure that the fans turned on him in game six of the NLCS in 2003, and the smart ones probably did. The rest of us didn’t until late last year, and even then there was Sammy to blame everything on.

But what we have seen over three long years now is evidence that Dusty the great communicator, and Dusty the great player’s manager, is really just Dusty the fraud.

We were told we’d have to sacrifice some in-game acumen with Dusty, but that he’d more than make up for it in the way he got the most out of his players and the way his team’s peaked at the end of the season. In 2003, that’s just what we saw. A guy who made some curious moves in the dugout, but a team that roared through September and past the Astros and to five outs from a World Series. Even though the end of the season was like a Rockettes line of kicks to the crotch, better days were promised. The team was young for the most part and had improved incredibly from one year to the next.

Then of course came 2004, when Dusty’s “communication” skills turned out to be just a series of “dudes’ and alibis. Alibis for him, for his players, for anybody. There wasn’t a loss that couldn’t be excused away on an injury or a weather phenomenon or a solar flare. Nothing was ever Dusty’s fault, and the only players who ever got any blame were ones born after 1978.

But it’s our fault now. It’s the Internet’s fault. Because there are people out there who have nothing better to do with their free time than create Web sites for the express purpose of getting Dusty fired. It has nothing to do with wanting the Cubs to be better. Nope. We just hate a man we’ve never really met, for no good reason. He’s an innocent victim. Just a guy going to work every day and doing a great job, while bad luck, misfortune and too many young players cause his team to underachieve, day after day, month after month, season after season.

It’s not Dusty. It’s us. We’re the ones doing a bad job. We should be telling you how great he’s doing, and how for a month while his team fell out of contention before the All-Star Break, that it was a great idea to bat his two worst hitters first and second. We should write tomes about his brilliant idea of batting his third most consistent offensive player eighth most of the season. We should be giddy about explaining to the world that when his teams play horrific fundamental baseball, on the bases, in the field and at the plate, how it’s not his fault, because guys have to know how to play when they get to the big leagues and if they don’t know by then, well they can’t be helped and what’s a man to do?

But part of it is our fault. It’s our fault to be upset every time Dusty proves he doesn’t get “it.” You’d think we’d learn by now that his cluelessness is almost pathological.

There are only so many ways you can try to rationalize just how bad this team is this year, and it’s bad. Really bad. If seven of the eight best teams in baseball weren’t in the American League, just how bad would the Cubs’ record be?

The Cubs have a long history of doing the wrong things consistently. It’s how you go 97 years without winning a World Series and it’s how you become one of the true laughingstocks in all of sports. So it’s no surprise that Andy MacPhail says he hasn’t lost faith in Jim Hendry and that in turn, Jim Hendry says he hasn’t lost faith in Dusty Baker. They’re just carrying on the long and sordid tradition that the Cubs have enjoyed, literally, since the day they opened their ivy covered burial ground. It’s a tradition of them being too stupid to change and too arrogant to realize it.