This and That – More Shit than Anticipated
October 28, 2008
Why is the far right the keepers of who is “American” and who is
not? I would leave that to the Native Americans.
To my Roman Catholic brothers and sisters: Go ahead and vote on one
issue. But remember, your votes put George W. Bush in office. Therefore, you share in the responsibility for making this world a geometrically nastier and more impoverished place in which to birth a child. (Thereby, ironically, increasing the probability of an already overwhelmed pregnant mother choosing abortion) You are so preoccupied with the unborn that you have allowed the born to be doomed to the cesspools of the ever expanding slums of this earth.
Always remember, it was the Bush administration who dismissed the warnings about bin Laden from the Clinton people. Bush was such a myopic fool.
I believe the neo-cons half wanted something to happen. They wanted an excuse to invade Iraq; a Gulf of Tonkin, a “remember the Maine”. They got more shit than they ever anticipated on September 11. Just as they got more shit than anticipated when they invaded Iraq. Did they suppose their “enemies” were like those in a Bond movie: diabolical but relatively impotent and easily defeated? I can see Bush, Chaney and Rove consulting the library (a bible and 3,000 DVDs) to review how James Bond escaped the bad guys by sledding down a ski slope in a cello case. They surely drooled on their ties.
Is the bloody saga of the white man’s displacement, erasure, and
marginalization of Native Americans a model for Christian relations with Muslims? Or Muslim’s with Christians? Convert or hurt! Only madmen would think that, you say.
919 with those 911 blues – in development
September 19, 2008
Sure we wanted our vengeance.
But it wasn’t all black and white.
Our leaders had but one vision
through the eye of a gunner’s sight.
the Bush Lecture Tour:
August 10, 2008
nine was was
September 9, 2007
It seemed a time of respect.
Skies were skies,
no chalky lines
of jet smoke –
only bird and cloud and flag.
Terrorism
was not yet entertainment.
Booty and bullets
disappeared from the screen.
Reflection and restraint
seemed a collective value.
Never to return,
we lived briefly
in the eye of a blood storm
qazse 