Just When You Think...
If I have a goal beyond basic decency, it is to avoid the obvious at all costs. That being said, I'm going to try to steer beyond the obvious dirt of shooting people in the heart, sending "best wishes," as the ultimate salve, lying until it is commonplace, and general behavior that raises Manson to sainthood on a sliding scale. By the way, salvo, so close to salve in sound and appearance, means "shooting two guns at once." Now that irony simply cannot be lost.
Well, I'm not going there.
When any of us wants something not to happen, though propriety or guts prevents us from declaring our feelings outright, obstacles begin to arise, seemingly from nowhere. Checks get lost. Cars crash. People even die.
The Bush Administration plays us for fools, which we are most of the time; but, now, obstacles are jumping out of nowhere to prevent the worst they can possibly do, their goals. Guns going off, the White House caught in a new lie every day, unexpected eruptions in Congress.
Among these, lies my one and only hope in the midst of the screwing of America. (Are you ready to run, Jeb?) Yes, more often than not good is at the mercy of evil (It's time for the American people to move on." Say what?), but, hope is not lost. Spend your life in the quest of ultimate power and there's that pesky knife, Caesar. Do the unthinkable and, at the end, kill yourself in a bunker. Use fear and murder to subjugate a people and appear in a hole in the dirt.
So with a little luck I may see the Bushes implode. Evil is - and now the point - its own worst enemy. It feeds upon itself, and that last supper, is, mercifully, one we remember.
Shakespeare. How did he know so damn much? "The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones."
So maybe the best of us will not get a statue in the square. But we will not soon forget you George Bush, Cheney, and those horrible hair-sprayed dames who act as dummies (in every sense of that word). So, you're beginning to gnash your teeth. Dinner will soon be served. Evil the entree.
Well, a boy can dream. And crack a smile.
posted by lvuback1 @ 10:05 PM
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