Sunday, July 31, 2005

Inert Elements

The shrublet must have grown up in a very different America from the one we thought we were living in. The one where other people had rights too, where law was law, and where trangressors of the law would be punished, no matter who they - or their parents - were. The mini-bush must have absorbed some sense of "noblesse immunité" at his father's knee.

As a small boy, W threw a baseball through an ailing, elderly neighbor's window and his father was agog with admiration for his throwing arm. As a small man, he forces us to witness his willingness to submit the powerless to unending abuse, in the name of his own overweening "superiority." Bush as God - not the redeemer, but the destroyer - the destroyer of all "lesser" beings.

George H.W. Bush - he of dark connections and immunities - has contaminated this nation: with perversion, with murder and with evil designs on power for its own sake. His father taught him well by supporting fascist movements in Europe and profiting by them. We are seeing the poisonous spawn of this cynical, godless philosophy now.

This shrunken individual, this "W," is a "personage" without a persona, an empty shell, an automaton when we are desperately in need of a human being. The Bush clan saw to the elimination of humanity within their ranks. Now...can we, real humanity, eliminate the robotic Bushies without needless bloodshed?

Saturday, July 30, 2005

Al Gore for President in 2008

He was elected President in 2000. He had been my "last best hope" since the '80's. He is still the most passionate advocate for human and environmental decency and responsibility that this blighted country has. I don't subscribe to the "hero" mentality, nor do I have any heroes, but I do clutch fast a faith that a faithful American may be enlisted to save our country and our world.

This is undoubtedly a gross intrusion into dear Mr. Gore's private life. But I would like to implore that he intervene in the totalitarian takeover of our country and raise a stink that will overpower the fascist usurpation of America's checks and balances.

Monday, July 18, 2005

Rovian Semantics: Or the "Pam'nondis" Syndrome

I was fortunate enough to be a small child before the PC age arrived, when every absurdity exposed with a "racial" overtone (I was never aware that there WERE such things as "races" until an eight-grade classmate saw me talking to a "negro" girl and commented upon it - I'd assumed people came in different shades) was deemed chauvinistic and banned from decent venues. I was early exposed to (and delighted by) the story of Pamanondis and his assiduous, painstakingly literal, obedience to his Mammy's injunctions to "Be keerful."

This is eons ago, people; so I can't recollect all the delicious instances of Pam'nondis's obedience. But two do adhere. P was sent to get butter by his mother and sworn "to be keerful" of that butter. So he carefully wrapped it in leaves, placed it in his hat, put on the hat and walked home on a hot summer day. Guess what happened.

The other episode I recall occurred on a day when P's mother, who had been baking pies all day and was cooling them on the doorstep, was called away and exhorted P, who was still at home, that if he went out to "be keerful how you step in dem pies."
So, of course, Pamanondas stepped very carefully in the center of each one.

Now, I can appreciate the racial denigration in the tale. But the semantic point remains for all that. Perfect twisting of the CONTENT of words to distort their INTENT - in Pamanondis' case from innocent stupidity, in more current discussions from devious, even malevolent violence on logic.

Karl Roverer's claims that he did not "name" Valerie Plame outright may be literally true - I have no idea. Karl Roverer's assertions that Wilson's "story" was in error and he was simply saving reporters from reporting a lie is a logistical extension of a P-interpretation that is in itself an untruth. Karl Roverer's cycling of classified information so that all sources "sourced" each other is a shell game. Karl Roverer has stepped neatly into the middle of every American pie baked hopefully in the last five years; and it wasn't because he made a naive mistake.

Thursday, July 14, 2005


There's too much to write about, let alone even contemplate, and I don't know where to begin: from the moral infamy of U.S. "detention centers" to the rape and rapine of truth and decency within our own supposedly "representative" establishment. There is no starting point to this assay of human perfidy; and, therefore there is no end. What is the subject of a cry of mortal betrayal? What should be its verb? How can I address an omniscopic outrage with a single topic?

I've been needled by certain activists to resume posting on this blog. I've let it lie dormant because I perceived that it was not generating the local input it was created to welcome. O.K.

Someone respond here, and I'll fire up. There are many issues and particulars but one common theme: fascistic control of the commonweal.