To The Other Side
Monday. Nine-Eleven. Hard to miss the fact if you open a paper or listen to the news. Mr. Bush is on TV. I find it hard to listen and flinch every time he uses terms such as “Good” confronting “Evil”, not so much because there isn't plenty of it to go around, but because it's just so impossibly Orwellian 1984, a sales pitch to the lowest possible denominator using this day to sell every crummy wreck on his administration's lot. This is, I guess, where political discourse has gone: Bubba Bush talkin' to the folks, letting us know everything is OK at the Corral. Everything is not OK at the Corral. Everything is, as near as I can tell, fucked.
I'm sitting here listening to a President of the United States urge us to use torture “to survive”, put people in jail without bringing charges, secret them away in very dark places. For what? Out of fear. Nine-Eleven evidently scared the shit out of the President of the United States and his administration, scared them so badly they lost their courage and threw in the towel. I'm finding it difficult to believe I'm watching it happen, just sitting here watching the whole thing flush down the drain as if it were a movie and none of it mattered.
Did I find Nine-Eleven scary? You're damned right I found it scary. Still do. I could and can think of a thousand ways it can mean we're heading for some very tough times. Exactly what they hoped to make us feel. Am I ready to throw in the towel, give up living in a nation of laws, of courage, of ethics because I'm scared? I hope not. I'd say “Jesus, I hope not”, but if Jesus is with these sanctimonious bastards the way they say, well, Jesus after two thousand years has gone over to the other side.