Let Them Eat Me
I long ago became accustomed to the idea that the majority of my fellow citizens don’t feel the same antipathy I do towards George W. Bush and his gang of criminal hoodlums. Hey, each to his own, right? If people enjoy the sensation of having their intelligence insulted on a regular basis, that’s their business. If voters no longer care what elected officials do in their name, more power to them.
But now I’m confused again.
I now find it difficult to understand how anyone can see or hear him without experiencing a sense of profound moral nausea.
His response to the path of destruction that Hurricane Katrina cut through New Iraq goes far beyond “Let Them Eat Cake.”
It’s more like “Let Them Eat Themselves.”
People seem to like this new America.
They like this new world where the buck stops anywhere but at the President’s desk; where crooks promise to investigate themselves; where the only credentials you need to run a federal agency are being the former roommate of a campaign manager; where the President can hop on a plane for the political points he’ll score by supporting the continued suffering of the brain dead, but can’t find his way to a flood; where he strums his new cowboy guitar while Americans drown and die; where 50 firefighters are flown away from locations where they could assist the victims so they could walk beside the President as he toured the damage for the cameras.
How did you do it, George?
How did you do what so many, including Osama bin Laden, failed to do?
How did you put the final nail in the coffin of America?
How did you get us to dig our own graves?
How did you get us to love your grinning, imbecile smile and march into your meat grinders?
How did you get us to keep quiet while you lied, and lied again, and then lied to cover up all the other lies? How did you get us to check our national pride at the door?
How did you manage to make us love your hatchetmen, those cruel distributors of random violence and stupidity? How did you make us ask for more?
In 100 years, if there’s still a republic, how will you be remembered, I wonder?
Here’s my guess:
The American Caligula who drank the blood of his country’s citizens from a chalice of fear.
But now I’m confused again.
I now find it difficult to understand how anyone can see or hear him without experiencing a sense of profound moral nausea.
His response to the path of destruction that Hurricane Katrina cut through New Iraq goes far beyond “Let Them Eat Cake.”
It’s more like “Let Them Eat Themselves.”
People seem to like this new America.
They like this new world where the buck stops anywhere but at the President’s desk; where crooks promise to investigate themselves; where the only credentials you need to run a federal agency are being the former roommate of a campaign manager; where the President can hop on a plane for the political points he’ll score by supporting the continued suffering of the brain dead, but can’t find his way to a flood; where he strums his new cowboy guitar while Americans drown and die; where 50 firefighters are flown away from locations where they could assist the victims so they could walk beside the President as he toured the damage for the cameras.
How did you do it, George?
How did you do what so many, including Osama bin Laden, failed to do?
How did you put the final nail in the coffin of America?
How did you get us to dig our own graves?
How did you get us to love your grinning, imbecile smile and march into your meat grinders?
How did you get us to keep quiet while you lied, and lied again, and then lied to cover up all the other lies? How did you get us to check our national pride at the door?
How did you manage to make us love your hatchetmen, those cruel distributors of random violence and stupidity? How did you make us ask for more?
In 100 years, if there’s still a republic, how will you be remembered, I wonder?
Here’s my guess:
The American Caligula who drank the blood of his country’s citizens from a chalice of fear.
posted by Count Screwloose at 12:47 PM
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Wake up and smell the Fascism!
Unfortunately, the public on a whole are a lot like lemmings running off a cliff. Check out this link:
www.oldamericancentury.org/14pts.htm
So what can we do to change this trend? Vent in a blog? Send a letter to the local newspaper? E-mail our Congressman...Dear Mr. Scroturum....?
Perhaps we can hope that a "brave" political leader in Washington (maybe a spineless weinie Democrat??) will step up & get off their ass? Things will need to get much worse before we will see any changes.
Here's to getting our names added to the Department of Homeland Security Watchlist (for being un-Amerikan)!
Is it me but it's starting to feel like we are in Germany circa 1933. Time to polish up our jack-boots!
Our Founding Fathers are rolling over in their graves.
Well, I was depressed, too, until I read this morning that Colin Powell really feels "terrible" about that WMD speech he gave at the United Nations. Isn't that nice? He told Barbara Walters:
"There were some people in the intelligence community who knew at that time that some of these sources were not good, and shouldn't be relied upon, and they didn't speak up. That devastated me."
And those grunts in the trenches think they've got it bad!
But there's hope - I see in the news today that there's now proof that our brains are still evolving, I mean, "intelligent designing." So if we can hang on for another 20,000 years or so, things should be fine.
Robert.
It doesn't matter...
Unfortunately, I don't think we (ie: humans) have another 20,000 years left. I had this very discussion with the Wife on a long drive to Toronto last week. Humans do not fit into the ecosystem we call earth at all...we destroy everything in our path for our own gain with no regard to the consequences. Fortunately Planet Earth is very resilient and will bounce back (barring a major nuclear incident). Mankind believes that it is sooo smart but Mother Nature will always win in the end. With global warming, more & more violent storms and other environmental disasters...we are just seeing the proverbial tip of the melting iceberg. Mother Nature is going to clean us out one way or another.
Luckily for us middle-aged codgers, we won't be around to see the worst of it.
Maybe the theory of evolution is all crap. Maybe human beings were just dumped off here on earth from another civilization in another galaxy. The dregs of another world-(criminals, the insane, the less advanced). Occasionaly the recessive genes spit out a few worthy folks like us....hahaha!
Perhaps Mother Nature is just trying to eliminate the parasites that are infecting the planet?
And didn't you always think that as the Old Guard died off, the New Guard of folks our age would improve things?
Hah! (Insert Edna Krabappel laugh) Guess Townshend was right.
They say Iran is getting closer to having nuclear capability. I say, bring 'em on!
And aim for Lynchburg, VA first if possible.
RG
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