F**K Moderation
Last night I saw Laurie Anderson. The End Of The Moon. The first and last Artist In Residence at NASA. Yes, you read it here...NASA...that's the National Aeronautics and Space Administration. She brought her experiences and her violin to the Lensic Theater in downtown Santa Fe, where, less than three weeks ago Bill Clinton walked. She talked about not liking to lose, and having to deal with it. She talked about feeling sorry for herself. She talked about her corner in New York City where there are police checkpoints and screaming sirens everytime there's an Orange Alert. She told about her dog being attacked by raptors and how it taught him to walk around always looking up, waiting for another attack from the sky. She talked about the war that never ends...it just moves from place to place. She talked about time and making love and dying Elm trees.
The Democrats are exactly where they were a year ago, scurrying around screaming "Stop Howard Dean!" Does anyone realize that these are the people who LOST TWO ELECTIONS IN A ROW to the worst president in history.
Does anyone get that we are well into another Civil War? The last one was about the 13th Amendment, "Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction."
This one is about the First One: "Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for redress of grievances."
Civil War. Do you think this one will be any less awful than the last one? Hell, that only lasted four years and killed a half a million people. This one's already been going on somewhat furiously for the past twenty-four years, since that sly son of a bitch Ronald Reagan went before the Southern Baptist Convention and renegotiated the ancient bargain made by Charles the Hammer's grandson, the son of Pepin the Short, delirious with war, ready to force Catholicism on all of Europe with the nod from Pope Leo the Third, who proclaimed him Holy Roman Emperor. Charlemagne got what he wanted, and so did Reagan, this time from descendants of those power crazed clerics, people like Jerry Falwell and Gary Bauer and Pat Robertson, with their televised empires, not Holy or Roman but easily as arrogant.
This war has already killed thousands and it's just getting hot. Did somebody say "Moral Values?" We aren't talking about anything here but power. POWER. Pure and crude and simple. Men who hide behind it. Women like Laura and Condaleeza who support their adolescent lusts. They like their little boys and they know who's in power.
These are echoes of the first revolution on this American continent. The Puritans came here to escape Oliver Cromwell, who had his own deal with heaven and The King. Do you think it was an accident that the Age of Reason led a revolution against the Church? Do you think it was coincidental that the Holy Roman Church tried everything to put that revolution down? Do you think the Reformation was good for anything but to save a crumbling empire of crazy eyed hallucinating holy men?
The FOUNDERS came here and made sure these fuckers would never get the upper hand again. They wrote, "CONGRESS SHALL MAKE NO LAW...RESPECTING...AN ESTABLISHMENT...OF RELIGION...OR PROHIBITING THE FREE EXERCISE..."
The fight is, and will be ugly. We're fighting those who ejected the Geneva Conventions on a whim, so that the spectacle of torture and cruelty could become the number one hit in the East and prisoners are more likely to get their heads cut off. They want to erect their proud shining emperor over the Law itself. This, in the land of the so-called free must mean war, total, absolute, and final. This is the end...the last battle...not the one in anybody's Armageddon between christians, jews and muslims. This is the war to get Jehovah...or Allah...or Jesus, or whatever he calls himself this week...off all our backs forever...back to his churches, temples and mosques...back below the humbling altar where he can be subdued like the little spoiled child with the big mouth who takes all of the toys if you let him. Oh, don't get me wrong. I like the little bugger well enough, in all of his versions, so interesting and alive, always changing with his followers, holding all of us back from the precipice...but shit, you've got to remember we're BIGGER than he is. He's just a wiggling set of definitions that some priest has scrawled on a page. Anyone who has EVER tried to run a country in his name has ended up bent around like a hopeless pretzel worshiping their own damn over inflated ego and threatening everyone else with extinction.
The battle is really heating up. This election was officially the starting gun on the final lap. Those who talk about "uniting not dividing" and "bringing the country together" are deluding themselves. One side of history will defeat the other side, that of the hysterics, those jubilant masses gathered like NASCAR dads in anonymous stadiums cheering their fearless leader with hatred and fear dripping from their eyes, waiting for their "Lord" to descend out of the Goodyear blimp. The battle will finally go down once and for all so we can get over it and get on with what we have to do to survive, and maybe even someday to thrive.
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