Death in Triplicate?
Posted: Friday, August 21, 2009
by Frank Pitz
Communication Specialties
Okay, so Novak died; at least the media quackers-well, perhaps a few-didn't attempt to lionize him ala Cronkite. Now I know it's not nice-or politically correct-to speak ill of the dead, Karma and all that. But, Bob Novak was an unabashed liar/propagandist as well as quite possibly a traitor for his "outing" of CIA operative Valerie Plame.
You know, the old adage about "death happening in threes" (or something to that effect), would be appropriate right about now perhaps to polish off Beck and Limbaugh; then a second set for O'Reilly, Malkin and Dobbs. Of course it wouldn't matter because the wing nuts have a plethora of card board cutouts in the wings (Palin) ready to step up to the plate. Hell, even "Joe the-dumbest fucking-Plumber on the planet has been elevated to celebrity spokesperson sainthood by the mouth breathers on the right.
I know, it would seem like I'm hoping for the demise of certain folks here-and I am. It is no more or less than what some of these aforementioned individuals have themselves done in the past. Each and everyone of the folks I have listed here have, presently and in the past, opined for-at the very least-beat downs and tasering to outright murder of opposition politicians, protestors, foreign leaders and even the current President.
This is how these folks and their Cro-Magnon followers operate; it's called the "schoolyard bully" style of debate"I will shout, scream and hurl all sorts of threats to make my point." Reasoned, open debate is not in their makeup; hell, just look at the current round of Town Hall meetings, no reason, no questions, no fucking intelligence, just belligerent narrow-mindedness. And, it's effective. The reason it is effective is because the folks on the left want to continue to abide by the "Marquis of Queensbury" rules while the nut buckets' continue to rant, red-faced and unintelligible.
It's time for my leftie friends to throw that book out the window that train left the station a long time ago. Recognize the fact that schoolyard bullies are just that; bullies, most of them with a bundle full of insecuritiesand not on ounce of heart. It just takes someone to walk up and smack the dog shit out of one or two of these Neanderthals to get the debate back on track. Oh, I know, some of them carry guns; well my friends, they didn't only just make one gun
I've been hanging around-and contributing my fair share-out here on this web since 1994 and have read more (both left, right, in-between and outright wacko) than I ever thought possible. One thing that stands out for me is that a hell of a lot of words have been penned but nothing has changed. Oh, we have a new president; some new faces in Washington , but behind all of those new faces stand the same old tried and true corporate bloodsuckers utilizing the same old tried and true tactics of "hooray for me and fuck you." So, how many more words can we pen? How many more wine and cheese conversations can we carry on lamenting the dreadful state of- fill in the blank_____?
We can piss and moan-and we're good at that--we can talk until the cows come home and we can express our discomfiture to the pollsters but we will hang together, like so many frogs in the pot while the flame gets higher and the water boils. We'll hang together until we all become a nice shade of pink doneness. At least that's the way it seems from where I sit.
The Demmies came in with a bang, "change we can believe in," they were going to "take charge," and we'd all see the difference. They came in with big gavels, big ideas and all the big gatekeepers like Move On.org leading the way. Well, a funny thing happened to all that big change, the Demmies rolled over, stuck their posteriors up in the air and said: "here I am, take me." There is not one (well, I can think of perhaps one or two), damn Demmies or Repugs for that matter that is worth the powder it would take to blow them to hell. And yet, the great-unwashed American masses continue with their delusion, the great American game of "monkey see, monkey do;" change we can what the fuck?
Could Americans ever stop talking long enough to revolt? Hell no! Americans are too revolting to consider revolt, too wrapped up in the deluded, narcotized state known as "hooray for me and screw you." Too busy wanting to be first in line, first in jingoism, first in creature comfort, first in delusion and last in reality; last in morality and last in sanity. We may be the laughing stock of the civilized world, but we're the bully on the block and if we have to kill you to prove it, we will.
One half of the world laughs at us, the other half hates us, but we continue blithely unaware, seeking the next Paris Hilton, Anna Nicole, Octomom or Brittany fix. We look to the Move Ons and the AlterNets, the O'Reilly's or the Olbermann's, plunk our money down for a Moore film or hold soiree's to watch and discuss "An Inconvenient Truth;" but revolt, hell no, that's the one time no one wants to be first in line. Hell no, I don't want to go, I'll send a check along to the gatekeepers they'll tell me what to do.
I know, there's a dichotomy here as well, I talk about all the words having been written and yet here I am adding more words to the vacuous landscape. But, that's a writer's prerogative; some of us tend to operate outside the realm of rhyme and reason at times, much like the general population I suppose. How can there be any rhyme or reason in the fact that Americans cannot stand and in some cases actually hate their government and its representatives yet continue on, blithely accepting the day to day absurdity. The Supreme Court , supremely contradicts itself by opining that kids have no free speech rights (can a ruling on adults be far behind?) but corporate criminals do one supposes that this goes along with corporate "personhood."
The political misfeasors continue to duck and otherwise sidestep all relevant issues like healthcare, ad infinitum as they proselytize and prostitute their way across the country. Softball questions (and answers), puffball audiences and the equivalent of sticking the proverbial "thumb in the pie" whilst pulling out (hopefully), the plum and stating; "what a good boy/girl am I."
So we continue, the beat goes on and the damn water is boiling folks; but not to worry, Paris got out of jail, Jon and Kate are on again off again; let's MoveOn to the next chapter in the saga of America the dumb.
While putting this together I couldn't help thinking about a poster I once had back in the day; two vultures sitting in a tree and one says to the other: "Patience my ass, I'm going to kill something." If we had a few more impatient vultures out there instead of so many pigeons perhaps we could change the dynamic of the debate.
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