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Tuesday, May 25, 2004

blinky bush

the artist formerly known as emma goldman has some insights into the prezident's latest offering:
Bush gave a familiar speech, replete with descriptions of a reality to which few others have access (the transcript's not available yet, so I can't quote text) It was his somber mode, punctuated occasionally by his strange blinking, wherein his delivery was that of a daddy trying to explain death to his four-year-old.


myself only having seen clips of the speech on abc's nightline (broadcast here every tues-fri at 5:25pm on bs1), i must say that he appeared to be not as blinky as he was searching - searching the room after delivering his lines, looking for people who agreed with him, waiting for approval. or maybe it was just that the lights were too bright for his wittle eyes...

as mr. jeff continues:
But then, with about 20% of the speech left, he switched gears. He shifted to Preacher George, messianic George, absolutely certain of his goodness. It was actually quite moving, in a sort of twisted way. He contrasted the horrors of wahabism (using "Taliban" as shorthand) with the purity of American democracy. Where before the words tangled his tongue with their foreigness, now he seemed to be speaking from the heart. It seemed clear that this is a guy who is, at the end of the day, pleased with how things have gone. There was a bad guy there who oppressed his people; we took him out and offered up our perfected ways like a toe-headed boy offering up a golden ring. All is well. God bless America.

yes, god bless america. don't get me wrong, i'm just as scared and confused as the next guy. but that is no reason to put blind faith and trust into the very people who got us into this mess. if i had a nickle for every time i put blind faith and trust into people with a resume like this one, well, i'd be a very poor man. and i am. and the meek shall inherit the earth. and all was well in the land of the yokogawa...

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