The occupier of the White House gave his final State of the Union address and is now tantalizingly close to retirement, where he can ride around the Crawford “ranch,” crashing his bicycle instead of the economy, whacking weeds instead of people. This fake cowboy and his fraudulent administration have pistol-whipped the American public for so long that his final efforts to fleece us sound somewhat ordinary, like a song sung so often that the lyrics relate a lilting logic, no matter the words spoken.
He’s back to peddling permanent tax cuts, this time because the economy is in crisis. Eight years earlier, it was the same agenda when the economy was cruising. Boom or bust, mission accomplished or mission amiss, the song remains the same: “We must attack Iraq or they will blow us to tarrrrrrr-nation!” The WMD threat was as thin as his resume, but behind it was the ever-implicit: “It wuz them A-rabs whut attacked us, boys … let’s git out and strang up some A-rabs!” Who cares that Iraq had no link to 9/11? The cross-eyed cowboy wrung every iota of wrath and racism from his preposterous posse of Fox News fanatics, Limbaugh loyalists and congressional cowards, and the military lynch mob – the sheep in wolves’ clothing – flocked to Iraq to flatten it.
The paranoid premonitions of this presidential impostor perpetually percolate through the propagandistic press. Now it’s Iran in the crosshairs, with an equally flimsy excuse for aggression. It is startling to watch this insane sheriff stay “on message,” tickling his hair-trigger on the way out of town.
He and his forgettable predecessor bring out the cowboy bard in me:
Ohhhhhhhhhhh, your deeds plant the seeds of a song:
Slick Wilie sold out for a thong.
Bush provoked the wrong war
Clinton poked the wrong whore
Now you both best be gittin’ along.
These twenty long years (maybe more)
With a Clinton or Bush at the fore
Mean that people, though free,
Still prefer monarchy –
Keeping power in check’s just a chore.
Original, but Anonymous
This article appears in Feb 14-20, 2008.
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Give the man the respect owed to him. If not for him, would Obama or Hillary look this good? At least he has the courage to use his name.
EYaw, it does make Obama and Hillary’s sorry asses look good, but there is no respect due. It* was AWOL while I did my tour of duty.
*It, is less than human. Ask a combat vet what is first learned when encountering the enemy – they’re all animals, less than human. Easier on the conscious that way.
I too, have Seen The Light. At first, as I read ‘original, but anonymous’ comments above, I thought, “Hmm, he seems somewhat proud of himself (‘original,’ has a certain boastful tone) but then when you crank in ‘Anonymous,’ to the equation, it’s though he backs a step away from identifying with his/her authorship.”
A certain proud reluctance, like a four year old might have over the amount of snot running down his face. He knows he’s a snotty mess, but jeez, it is a LOT of snot, right? Or, the reluctant but bashful pride a high school sophomore at a late night kegger who just placed a solid third in a projectile vomiting contest might exhibit.
But then, upon further examination, I realized that this revelation above was A Great Literary Effort, on par with Norman Mailers “The Naked And The Dead,” or perhaps the lesser known William Goldman’s “Boys and Girls Together.” History will surely judge it so. This may well be the best diatribe ever penned lumping two vastly dissimilar Presidents into one hate putty.
In any case, you should probably read it at least twice, have a good chuckle, before you throw it in the trash.
He has to be Irish to be the true successor to Joyce. Perhaps this stream of consciousness screed is more a Hunter Thompson-like drug induced rant. The true greatness of it is beyond my feeble understanding.
O., but A.: Poignant yet perverse? Dynamic but sewage infested? Exotic beauty or a frog wart the size of a bowling ball? Quixotic but contemptible diarrhea?
One can barely manage the veritable roller coaster ride of base emotions engendered by perusal of Anonymous’ seedy but pointless text above; rather similar to noticing a piss soaked twenty in the bottom of a urinal…brief interest rapidly becomes abstract…as you quickly zip up and move on…