THURSDAY
4th NOVEMBER 2004
Reality's bitch
residentbush.com
SKULL & BONES PULLS WORK WORTHY of
the WWF
KERRY PLANT the CHARM
"Turn
on your television, right now. Turn on your television. It's
the beginning of World War III." The consummate night-owl,
these were the words to which I awoke at approximately 9:30am
on September 11th. As my partner and I held phones and watched
in horror, all I could think or say was, "we did this.
We did this..." Though he said nothing, he thought I was
nuts. Friends reached in NYC thought the conclusion was hateful.
Today? The only sentiment voiced is, "you called it."
And, so, today, I state my belief of the past several months:
Kerry was a plant. A ringer brought in to do everything within
his power to avoid surging ahead of Bush in polls, minds, and
hearts. His job [as he saw it] was to remain neck-and-neck,
making this selection less obvious than the last. Fortunately
for them, the first coup is the hardest. This one, by the grace
of misdirection and Diebold, seems to have gone off without
a hitch.
The thought first arrived courtesy of my brother, and, as siblings
are wont to do, I enjoyed attributing the alleged delusion to
insanity.
One
of God's most unusual creations, Bro is functionally illiterate
in a fair number of written languages, profoundly deaf, and
the bastard child of MacGyver and Michaelangelo. And, sadly,
he knows war of the incoming kind, intimately...
He spent the first 18 years of his life stepping over dead bodies,
dodging snipers, and cowering through bombing raids in Beirut,
Lebanon. "Normal" was waking up each morning with
bullets and/or shrapnel in his bed, and [beginning at age 7]
sneaking out for 2am food runs, searching the rubble of bombed-out
buildings or scavenging through garbage heaps in search of something...anything
to eat, for himself and the even more severely handicapped students
at his "school". That he lived to tell his tales was
no small feat, and many of his peers were not so lucky. His
personal horror stories should be required reading for every
American who believes "I need not concern myself with those
on the ground in Iraq, nor anywhere beyond these borders. Kill
'em all and let God sort it out!" The greatest problem
facing America isn't the creeping fascism. It's the creepy narcissism.
How did Bro manage to survive? A combination of luck,
intelligence, and uncanny intuition. Though the ability is no
longer a constant and immediate matter of life and death [may
it e'er remain thus for this particular "raghead"],
whether crossing a country or driving through an unfamiliar
ville, he can tell you, well in advance, where every law enforcement
officer will be. And, in populated areas, while I'm generally
looking at architecture, he's pointing out all of the undercover
cops, shoplifters, pick-pockets, etc., ad nauseam. In 20+ years,
I have never known him to be wrong when it comes to this sort
of thing...
So! We were subjected to an endless loop of the technologically
isolated Dean scream and then told he was no longer "our"
candidate. Kerry was plopped front and center, and we were instructed
that "this is the guy you choose." I did notice that!
And I laughed, believing the collective we wouldn't fall for
something so very obvious. "Excuse me, but we will
decide who the candidate is." OOPS! Is my face red.
A few days after it's been made unofficially official that Kerry
will, indeed, be the candidate, we see him and Bush on the news,
in a room, together [with several others, and not standing near
each other. I do not remember the specific occasion]. I point
to Kerry, saying, "he's going to be the man running against
Bush in the next election."
Bro looked at him, closely, then responded, "no. That's
not him. He and Bush are working together. They're on the same
side." I did the obligatory and big-sisterly you-can-be-SUCH-an-idiot
snort, and said, "Bro. Take my word for it. That's John
Kerry, he's going to be the Democrats' candidate, and he and
Bush are on opposite sides. They're certainly civil to each
other because they do work together in the sense that they both
[are supposed to] work for us, but see me now and believe me
later, they are not 'working together' as you are implying."
Then he resorted to an unconscionably and undeniably immature
"no, YOU'RE the idiot," and the intellectual discussion
ensued...
Safe and secure in the absolute certainty that we know who the
idiot is, I spent a couple of weeks rolling my eyes and sighing
whenever he'd see Kerry, always insisting that Kerry was in
cahoots with Bush. But then I couldn't help noticing that Dubya
on his own could've run a better campaign than his "opponent"
-- and Kerry is not a stoopid man. Soon, the only thing
which made any sense was that Bro had called it. [Which does
NOT mean that he isn't the idiot, btw. So, there.]
We watched the travesty unfold before our very eyes, knowing
that, though Kerry should have been able to sleep his
way to a landslide, somehow he'd always managed to lag and keep
pace with Dubya. It takes extreme smarts to pull off
a stunt like that -- and, again. Kerry is not a stoopid Skull
& Bonesman.
And then, in the end, breaking the promise and shirking the
solemn DUTY to have every vote count and every vote counted,
with evidence of massive and nationwide election fraud already
mounting, KERRY GAVE AWAY THAT WHICH WAS NOT HIS TO GIVE. And
he did it in the blink of an eye...
Kerry did not and does not own our votes! He had no right to
concede, under the circumstances.
I swear my head will explode if I hear one more "activist"
say that "Bush won" [LANGUAGE MATTERS!] and talk about
what they're going to do "for next time."
"Daddy won't let us count the votes. [*sniff*] Well, he'll
be sorry next time!" Uh. Excuse me, but. That's what we
said last time...
THIS IS NEXT TIME, PEOPLE!!!
And it's the only next time we'll get. If we do not stand up
and MAKE them count our votes -- THIS TIME -- America is over
and no freakin' yellow ribbon will bring her back. There was
no "moral values" surprise. There was massive fraud,
chicanery, and shenanigans, and a ringer who dropped on cue,
according to plan [okay, so he screwed with their heads a little
by making them late for a party].
A couple of friends have said that everything Americans needed
to know about Kerry was always available on his website, so
the fact that he never said any of it convincingly while simultaneously
on camera with a national audience is irrelevant. What percentage
of Americans gets their news from the internet? That's called
"hiding in plain sight."
I will never believe that Bro wasn't right, much as it pains
me [on myriad levels]. But I do not believe for a moment that
Kerry's wife or his running mate or his supporters were aware
of his molehood. And I believe to the very bottom of the cockels
of my cold, black heart that had it not been for MoveOn, BuzzFlash,
Palast, Conason, Kos, Franken, et al, and hundreds of thousands
of others carrying his water for him, Kerry would never have
had to work so hard to do so badly -- and against Dubya, his
record, failures, falsehoods, appointments, character defects,
and mental debilities, etc? To have provided anything less than
a complete, utter, irrefutable and unstealable humiliation was
to do badly. And I now pray we do not wait for another next
time. Godot will come sooner...
THIS IS NEXT TIME!
and the last...
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