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Welcome to my utmost random thoughts on random shit that really doesn't matter much.
This is where my mind takes a dump.
~ Sticks, Stones and Funnybones ~
Part 30 - The Presidents
The Presidents
So, everybody is talking about Clinton’s rather emotional statements in his own defense, regarding his efforts to kill, and not kill, Osama Bin Laden during his time as the president of the United States. According to himself, the orders were clear, the killers were contracted and the opportunities were there. It just so happened that they missed every time. OK, so Socrates he’s not. After the interview was aired the country was, as usual, divided in the same old camps, debating whether he was full of shit or speaking the truth. Republicans screamed that if only he had taken that shot that time, when Osama was at a wedding with the prince of Saudi Arabia, 9/11 would never have happened – and Democrats scream back that at least 9/11 didn’t happen on Clinton's watch.
Whatever.
Condoleezza Rice went out and said that Clinton was full of shit, because if he had had such advance plans to get rid of Osama he would have left a Post-It on the desk of the Oval Office, after he was voted out, to prepare Bush for the tasks at hand. Because now the goddamn CIA and other intelligence groups need a saxophone playing pothead to operate? They couldn’t brief Bush themselves as he unpacked his family photographs in the White House?
Chances are they didn’t brief shit. Bush is, just as Clinton was, on a need-to-know basis only. Let’s face it. If it was up to George W, he wouldn’t be the President of the US. He would be following the Grateful Dead around on tour, high as fuck.
We sit here and point fingers at Presidents' inept attempts to take out key figures in foreign terror organizations, when we have our own terrorist organizations (CIA and their buddies) playing that game all on their own, no matter who is in office. Just as it wasn’t Clinton who made the decision to hold on Osama at that wedding, it wasn’t Bush who gave the order to hold fire at that Taliban funeral the other week. These guys have no real power. The last president with a scrap of power was George Bush Sr., and that was only because he was of the old school. He didn’t sit around and read pop-up books to little kids in times of crisis, he had his finger on the fucking button. Just like Reagan, Nixon and all the others before him. Hell, even Jimmy Carter would have slagged the Middle East for looking at the US funny, and he was a fucking hippie saint.
You can’t play saxophone, get blowjobs from average looking secretaries and smoke pot, and still expect to be taken seriously by an enemy who has been after us ever since we sided with Israel, back in the day. You can’t act like the uninvited simpleton goofy neighbor at the family get-together, play around with the kids and struggle with fancy words way above your reading level, and instill fear and respect in an enemy who has been biding its time to finally get that inch on us.
Our modern presidents are so worried about being one of us, our goddamn friendly uncles, that they have lost that hard edge needed in that hard old world out there.
If Reagan said he would kill you if you fucked with America, you kinda believed him. Not so with Bush for instance. Look at the shit we’re pulling in the Middle East: half-assed operations that lead into dead ends, tying up our forces in local political squabbles, while the real enemy is gathering his strength somewhere else. That would be like sending every SWAT team in America to a crack house in Harlem, for a domestic disturbance, while terrorists are infiltrating the White House.
Reagan would just have said, “Cut it the fuck out, you Arab shitheads, or I’ll make your desert glow in the dark.” And that would have been the end of it, because he would have, you know. That’s the difference. He would have pushed that button, for better and for worse.
Bush saying, “Osama, I am coming for you!”, doesn’t carry the same weight as if an old fox like, say, Cheney, would have said it as the President instead.
My wife always says, “Don’t wave a gun around unless you’re prepared to actually use it at that moment.” Hell, I would vote for her.
Empty threats by empty heads will never scare anybody straight. That’s why we are in this mess, at the hands of two limp-wristed presidents, both past and present.
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The Vice President
Speaking of Cheney. Where the hell is he these days? Remember when he was on the news all the time, winning Bush his election and making sense of the nonsensical? Now that the heat is on from Iran and others, he is nowhere to be seen. I guess the powers that be (not Bush) felt he was drawing too much attention to them, so he has been placed in a bunker somewhere, with his finger on that button, in case the shit hits the fan.
The message is clear: Bush is expendable, Cheney isn’t.
Only the people the administration don’t mind losing to the wolf-pack are out on the barricades these days. What? You thought Condoleezza Rice was smarter and better suited as Secretary of State than all the other candidates, and actually earned that position? Right… She is a sacrificial lamb to the political slaughter, at best. The black sheep of the family, even. The Old Boys Club filled two quotas with one stone, with Rice, and still don’t need to put up with her over the next election as her credibility will be totally shot. Smart.
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The PC Art
And this Political Correctness shit is spreading like the Black Death. Berlin’s Opera House just recently dropped a certain scene out of Mozart’s Idomeneo as they were afraid it would offend the Muslim community. What scene was that? The one where the Cretan King holds up the severed head of the prophet Mohammed and tosses it to the ground. Sure, sounds controversial, right? Never mind that this is the same old scene that has been played over and over, for centuries now, in different productions, but it also contains the severed heads of Jesus, Buddha and Poseidon, held up and tossed in the same manner.
In the light of the recent controversies with the Mohammed comic strips, this shit is getting on my nerves. Now we are censoring our own fucking art, for the benefit of the sensitive Muslims? I can’t think of anything that expresses the freedom of the human spirit and soul any better than art, in any size shape or form. When we decide to infringe upon our own freedom of expression, to humor some extremist fuckheads, then we are in some deep shit, kids.
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The Nude
Speaking of art… A teacher in Frisco, TX, was fired after taking her fifth graders to a museum where the little brats were inevitably exposed to a sculpture of a naked body. An upset parent reported the incident to the school board, which subsequently “did not renew the contract” for the teacher. Sounds funny, right? Like a joke? No. I believe it. When my kid went to the Dunedin Art Museum, last year, the museum had covered all the paintings that contained nudity with blank canvases, so not to upset the young minds. I took her back the next day myself.
What fucking world is it that we are living in these days?
No wonder our kids are in such a damn rush to grow up and get laid and get stoned, to find out what they are missing out on that is so damn “sooper-sekrit”.
It’s no biggie, kids. It’s just us hypocritical parent bastards, not having the sense God gave a billy goat. “Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil” never worked in any society, ever. It backfires every single time, without fault. Especially when there is no “evil” to begin with, but rather things that should be as natural as watching "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" on prime time television. We have no problems with that shit.
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The Movies
Speaking of horror movies. I can really recommend “Silent Hill” for a night home on the couch. It is a bit weird, but the building atmosphere and the eerie soundtrack makes for a good quality thrill. Then again, I was addicted to the video game it is based on, so I could be biased.
Rent “Event Horizon”, too, while you’re at it. Best Sci-Fi horror movie ever made. Yes, better than "Alien" and all its sequels. Yes, sue me.
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The Cool
My car is still in the shop. We are going on the fourth week now. I am getting used to riding around in a Camry instead, like some damn housewife. I can’t wait to ride in style in my Quest again (like the same damn housewife). Maybe if I eat raw meat and crack beer cans against my forehead? Balance in the universe.
