In a week in which it comes to light that President George W. Bush revealed that God told him to invade Iraq–with all that implies–and former Repulican presidential candidate–and pretender to the vice-presidential slot along with John McCain–Mike Huckabee made a supposedly jocular comment in the middle of a speech to the American Rifle Association to the effect that his Democratic opponent, Barak Obama, was taking cover as someone had him in their sights, I am at a loss for words.
“Sinister?” “Grotesque?” “Macabre?” “Surreal?” “Bizarre?” “Perverse?” “Ominous?” “Sordid?” “Infamous?”
None of these words seems grand enough to express the magnitude of the villainy at large in the United States of America these days, villainy which continuously stretches our credulity beyond the breaking point.
I cannot make a comment which is commensurate with the circumstances. If I were a Buddhist monk I would immolate myself. But I’m not a monk unfortunately. I’m not even a Buddhist.
If I were a poet I would write:
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
But I’m not a poet. Besides nobody listened to Yeats, either.
So I give up. I’m at a loss for words.
Filed under: Iraq, The Impending Apocalypse, US primary elections, United States, gringos, politics | Tagged: American Rifle Association, Barak Obama, George W. Bush, God, John McCain, vileness, Yeats
