As I was logging on this morning, Bush, to pay you a brief visit (I'm off early to do a second day's teaching at a local university) there was an ad running on the TV in the background. The theme music was "Come on, baby, let the good times roll." I glanced up to catch a glimpse of scantily dressed women cavorting in the spacious halls of wealthy mansions, sipping wine, stepping barefoot out onto the golden each, all smiles and jollity. And I thought to myself how easily we're seduced, we Americans, how easily our attention is distracted with the promise of good times, "the dream" that always beckons us from just around the corner--or from the television screen.
The reality, on the news last night, is something different. The reality is the story your administration has created, the story of disaster after disaster, debacle after debacle. The story is of people struggling to stay afloat, to pay the mortgage, to get jobs that pay a living wage, to get the medical attention they sometimes need, the drugs to help them survive. The reality is a world in turmoil--a turmoil in part of our American making--where people kill each other over their religious heritage, where children starve daily because we wealthy nations are distracted by our dreams of wealth, our business, our wars...
Things, Bush, are falling apart. And the man with the primary responsibility in the whole wide world to hold them all together happens to be none other than your tunnel-visioned, desperate, mismanaging self, now under attack from all sides at once. See why some of us out here might be scared?
About Me
- Peter Clothier
- Born and raised in the UK, lives in Los Angeles, California. A writer about art and artists, essayist, social observer, daily meditator and student of the Buddhist dharma.. and a long-time recovering academic. Happily out of a "job" since 1986--but "works" every day. Father to three great kids (why don't we have a proper word for, um, middle-aged "children"?) and grandfather to four wonderful grandchildren. Even after all these years in America, he still speaks English.
4 comments:
If only we had a parlimentary system, we could rid ourselves of this pestilent administration with a no confidence vote. As it is we're stuck for another 1046 days. That is plenty of time for them to inflict more horrors on our reeling world.
Afraid you're right there Fred, wish you weren't. Kennedy's got a bill going to up the min. wage from the paltry $5 something an hour. After all, they got Thousands for a raise, we got the digit again. This upcoming will make the 10th year if that bill doesn't pass. Yep, he's on his way up that River Styx's, at the helm, dragging us right behind him...
Sounds like some people are at their wits end and they just can't take any more.
I only wish more were Dennis, but unfortunately Congress doesn't see fit to listen to anyone out here in the real world. I can here the whir of the shredders as I type. No one sees the letters, or ignores them, the e-mails get deleted, and phone calls probably picked up by machine are too. They pick and choose their battles. Too bad 100,000 people can't march on the W.H. and demand change, more would be great. He'd probably take the chopper out to his ranch as an escape though, he's not much on reality.
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