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September 13, 2005How many more have to die before something is done?citizens often ask—of an intersection that needs a traffic signal, violence in our neighborhoods, an epidemic wasting a populace, a famine, a plague, or genocide. Well how about a leader who is not only incompetent but dangerous, to the world and to his own nation? It is time for us as citizens of the United States of America—citizens who are only trying to live and get along, to enjoy freedom of speech and expression, freedom to worship in our own way, freedom from want, and freedom from fear—to declare that enough is enough. George Bush is a national disaster, I quoted last time from a bumper sticker. Well overnight the fucker has turned himself into an international disgrace. While all fired up during Nader 2000 about the coming Revolution, I was sure that if Bush was elected and the need arose that the Revolution would remove him from office. Five years later, I can’t think of a single justification for continued tolerance of his presence. A friend told me she clicked on my “Fuck you you fucking fuck” column and said she wasn’t going to read it because of the instant negative clank. She’d heard a CD of Ghandi’s grandson speaking, which had enlightened her to the various everyday ways we indulge in violence without even realizing it. She was even loathe to judge Bush but to look at the bigger picture that he has been a catalyst for the left to mobilize itself. It’s not saying much to say that is the very best that can be said of him, but wouldn’t it be preferable to not have to mobilize against your own President? I readily admit I have problems with anger. A lot of things happened in my childhood before I knew that the only appropriate response was anger. That emotion had been used in my experience only to lash out at and abuse others. I didn’t know it is a self-protective device to announce to someone invading your barriers that their behavior will not be tolerated. My sibling had no problem expressing her anger at top volume, but while attention was turned on her noisy rebellion, I instead removed myself from the scene of the crime and turned anger inward where it became transmuted into depression. The anger I hadn’t known I had the right to feel has come spilling out at some highly inappropriate times, often as overreactions to imagined slights. In the case of the Katrina fiasco, however, to not be angry, you’d have to be either a saint or a dolt and I am neither—I am not Ghandi, nor his grandson, nor the Buddhist I once aspired to be. I am just an angry American whose national claim to decency and justice for all has been usurped by an evil, amoral, dimwit who dares to call himself a Christian. I suggest the following solution. George Bush needs to commit hara-kiri. He has disgraced and dishonored himself and his nation and the man needs to end his own life. He needs to get on the Internet and disembowel himself in full view of the world. But perhaps that would allow him to leave us with too much dignity. Perhaps instead he should be physically, literally removed from office, lifted in his chair right out of the Oval Office, arrested, tried for crimes against humanity, and summarily air-dropped from his ankles into the fetid toxic waste waters of New Orleans to fend for himself. “Sue me in the world court,” William T. Macy wisecracks in Mamet’s “State and Main.” Ultimately the entire world—and history—will be Bush’s judge and jury and there is no amount of spin that will save this cowardly lion who is all roar and no courage. It is time for him to pay damages. Why do we keep expecting our leaders to lead? At least the sacrificial lamb Michael Brown was shown the highway on an Arabian horse. But not from FEMA, just from Katrina—and not before Georgie had told him, "Brownie, you're doing a heck of a job." He should not have been allowed to resign. He should have gotten his ass fired right along with Burning Man. If I were Brownie, I’d just go in a room and shoot myself in the head with no ceremony whatsoever. And then be dumped in the same bacterial stew as George, so they can face eternity together as bloated dehumanized corpses. I admit, my mouth dropped when I saw in Wednesday’s paper that Georgie Porgie has taken the blame for what for him is no doubt more a personal disaster than a natural or national disaster. But I find this to be the only spin his advisors could come up with. He had no choice; he was forced to humble himself; there was no way he could continue on in his old arrogant cowboy way. I wrote the bulk of this piece on board a flight from Portland, Oregon to San Francisco. A fellow up ahead of me was wearing a snoopdogg t-shirt that read “Drop it like it’s HOT.” George Bush needs to be treated like a live grenade. George Bush is responsible for the death of at least one American for every day he has been in office. George Bush is a weapon of mass destruction and must be disarmed without delay. As Michael Moore warned at the Academy Awards—George Bush, your time is up! I CALL FOR THE IMMEDIATE EMERGENCY IMPEACHMENT OF GEORGE BUSH.
This is Alexandra Jones of the Ax Files, -------------------------------------------------------- To You: --------------------------------------------------------
Three Texas surgeons were playing golf together and discussing surgeries they had performed. One of them said, "I'm the best surgeon in Texas. A concert pianist lost 7 fingers in an accident, I reattached them, and 8 months later he performed a private concert for the Queen of England." One of the others said. "That's nothing. A young man lost both arms and legs in an accident, I reattached them, and 2 years later he won a gold medal in field events in the Olympics." The third surgeon said, "You guys are amateurs. Several years ago a drunken cowboy rode a horse head-on into a train traveling 80 miles an hour. All I had left to work with was the horse's ass and a cowboy hat. How Many Have to Die? |
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