I do see a Monty Python skit in the future, but one that
makes even an oppressive government seem sad.
Empire America, with an arm and a leg torn off, but
threatening to kick everyone's butt. You try to tell them,
that they have no leg with which to kick, and they will fall on
their own butt if they try, but they are too filled with hate
and delusion, to listen to that much reason.
Oh, sure, they can obliterate the world,and probably
will do a good deal of that, in time, but nonetheless,
the real picture is one of mutual vulnerability, not power.
To have a swaggering attitude will only cause us to see
that fact demonstrated more dramatically, more quickly.
I find no amusement in this. It is a horrible vision. But I
fear that it is the likely product of a President who is so
far gone that he says openly how "God is our side" and how
God protects us from harm in war.
God protects no one from harm in war, even if we were
saints, which we very much are not. It is particularly
ironic to have that attitude in a country gone so far over
the edge of corruption and decadence. When I use the word
"decadence", I refer to the right-wing Michael Savages and
Bob Enyarts and Jimmy Swaggarts and Bob Grants and
Chuck Colsons of the world, not to the scapegoated left-wing.
The neocons would see only blasphemy and foolishness
in my poem, and would only convince themselves all the
more how righteous and superior and wholesome they
are. Little could they comprehend that the bitter truths
of this absurd poem could become their own reality.
They will wonder where God went, but will cling to the
delusion that God is just around the next corner, still
on their side, until the absolute end.
There is no such thing as Hell, except for the one that
we make for ourselves, right here, right now, all around
you- you are soaking in it.
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