Friday, November 10, 2006


Is the MSM biased unto bigotry? Well, don't the Republicans have all the money? Why don't they buy the corporations and fire the management and install malleable drones who will be compliant to the ideological demands of the right? Is there something wrong with that plan? Cuz it's what the Left, somehow, has done. Where did they get all that money? Clearly they have been insufficiently oppressed. Yet another failure of Homeland Security. And in owning the Media, they have come to possess Congress. The constant drumming on two simple themes -- Bush is a chimp, and the war is lost -- has changed the biorhythms of the majority of Americans. Like a covey of women all living in the same house, our menstrual cycles have synchronized. The moon will rule us. We are a harmonious one with the left now. And by "we," I mean we -- since the majority has the right to call itself by the pronoun of first personal plurality.

And I, I, soulful poet coasting the currents of the cyber seaways, ancient mariner burdened with that body of death called conscience, no sleek and predatory figure but a gaunt and hollow-eyed seer into the abyss -- well, I weep like Jeremiah and rage like Jonah and all to no avail. What, then? Shall I wander from room to room, shutting off lights and mourning the emptiness of my once full home? Shall I watch the brief autumnal sunset and see in it some silent portent of colder and briefer sunsets to come? No. I will throw open the windows and invite the world to a vespertine masqued ball. We'll dance a frenzied tarantella with frantic abandon until exhaustion pulls us down and heaving in each other's arms, and then we'll roil like a knot of vipers in languid undulations on the floor. And I will grow petulant and irrational, and scream like a madwoman in a closet. "I'm sick to death," I'll screech, "of brittle small talk, of arid liaisons with frigid coquettes, of pouring out my heart to incomprehending stares." I'll spit it out with a bitter laugh. Well, not so much spit as vomit. And the laughter will be more hysterical than bitter. And all who hear shall be amazed, and bob their heads and quake with wonderment at the spectacle of my flashing eyes and slack lips. For Jack, Jack H, who is wise and steadfast, so tender and so stern, shall have gone mad.

Emotion. An operative definition of which is: a cognition that generates an autonomic biophysical change. It's not an emotion unless there's a change in the body. Accelerated breathing. Altered heartbeat. A knotting in the stomach or a retraction of testicles. Flushing or tumescence. That sort of thing. Oh, and retching.

Mine is, however, a mercurial temperament, and I am nourished by crushing disappointment just as I thrive on petty triumphs. It is all of a piece, to me, and I am constrained by no consideration of consistency or integrity. All of that is falling by the wayside. I declare myself to be free. I am clear. I am in harmonious onement with all things. Nothing matters. There is no betrayal, since there are no obligations.

After all, isn't that what America is all about? Freedom?



Brent said...

I felt much the same way after Clinton was elected. Living in AR at the time, and several times before, I felt it necessary to place a Bush bumpersticker on my Arkansas liscense plate laden vehicle. I knew what he was like but the country was duped. Clinton is the perfect politician-he becomes what you want-an american rasputen.

Sorry for the spelling. I'm free to spell as I see fit. And you must conform or be considered an idiot.

Brent said...

Oh, by the way, I survived and am thriving now. My melancholy is that this is only a snapshot of the gradual decline of our nation. The consolation is that there are the small numbers in the middle that can be swayed. Even if it is only by the current circumstances or what they believe the circumstances to be.

David S. McQueen said...

The deluge of anti-Bush propaganda is not over. The first phase of the Socialist-Democrats' offensive is complete; they've captured the US Congress.

Now they will prep the battlefied for '08. The objective is the White House. The cannons of the MSM will expend thousands, nay, MILLIONS, of anti-Bush/anti-GOP rounds of rhetoric.

There still won't be any plan for the WOT, even 2 years from now. There is only the plan of conquer the White House. Take and hold.

After the Socialist-Dems capture the WH, only then will you see the true objectives manifest themselve. And it'll be too late.

Jack H said...

Splelling? Whats rong with you're spelting?

Thriving, eh. You must consider it a petty victory. Shame! For shame!

David, don't be so glum. Nancy will save us. I was a bushman. From now on, we're all Nancy boys.