Thursday, September 08, 2005
Filth, Flarn, Filth
I've been dealing with a variety of writer's block the last couple days. It's not that I don't have anything to say, it's just that I'm having trouble saying it without reaching deep into my "alternative vocabulary" because my contempt for the Bush Administration is reaching Biblical proportions. I mean, the preferential treatment of the Have-Gots over the Have-Nots is galling - people should never become accustomed to dead-body smell. And then to make sure that we don't have an open and honest discussion about race, class and the embedded mentality of White Supremacy that pervades American culture and reinforces the American caste system, the press is forbidden from showing the bodies of those (overwhelmingly Black) victims who have died as a result of the inaction of George W. Bush's Administration. We don't need no stinkin' 1st Amendment. And what is Congress' response to this unmitigated disaster? A tax cut for Paris Hilton. Somebody needs to make the point that we need Big Government for Big Problems like Katrina. It seems obvious, doesn't it? Even Thomas Friedman gets it.
And just when I come to believe that my opinion of the Bush Administration can't possibly get any lower, I find out that BushCo is using firefighters who are search-and-rescue certified, paramedics, and haz-mat (Hazardous Materials) certified for public relations while people are dying in the gulf coast. Excuse me while I lock myself in the bathroom - I'm about to have cause for washing my mouth out with a few bars of soap. In the meantime, have some Rude Punditry - the very last sentence is prescient, if rude. And once you've taken that in, have some more Rudeness - if you can handle the rudeness. Me, I've got a date with the bathroom...
And just when I come to believe that my opinion of the Bush Administration can't possibly get any lower, I find out that BushCo is using firefighters who are search-and-rescue certified, paramedics, and haz-mat (Hazardous Materials) certified for public relations while people are dying in the gulf coast. Excuse me while I lock myself in the bathroom - I'm about to have cause for washing my mouth out with a few bars of soap. In the meantime, have some Rude Punditry - the very last sentence is prescient, if rude. And once you've taken that in, have some more Rudeness - if you can handle the rudeness. Me, I've got a date with the bathroom...
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I feel you Oscar. I've been experiencing the same type of "writer's block" myself.
Filth, flarn, filth!