by Emmett R Smith
AS A Libertarian, I must freely confess that the mass of pullulating Americans are no more up to self-reliance than they could build computers for themselves, out of Dremel sets and duck tape. The complicated nature of our gizmoes and the expensive money demands to support them (plus the Algebra!) simply means that liberty has to be above all experienced by that gifted handful still left here and there as a spiritual and a moral state, and it is for now just plain not possible politically.
Still less is anarchism, which demands even more self-responsibility.
These states still remain to be realized, of course they do — but it is more on an inner, or “Sufi,” level.
So what about the immediate needs as they are actually perceived everyday, by our friends and neighbors who still find that the meat level of life is the absolute basis of “all” reality?
If the idea of love in the classical sufism for example of Rumi yet means a thing, then the libertarian partisan will have no choice but to go forth and “condescend to men of low estate,” as the New Testament so tenderly and truthfully puts it.
These people around us, these ones we are given to love and to pity and to care for as we do for our own grandchildren, well, the fact is that they are far better off right now as Democrats than as Republicans. Or at least than these “Republicans” running around loose now, who are such a vicious travesty of the old decent conservative isolationism, that knew better than to pretend to “know best” for the whole World.
So now the truth has to be told, it is this very decadent American Tee Vee craving of ours for “snippets” that has turned so many of us politically or at least emotionally on the left into a sort of “Obama-hound.”
Too bad it is, that Mr Illinois Democrat Senator Barack Obama “ain’t ten years older.”
But by God he “ain’t.”
And so tonight, after watching the big Tee Vee “debate” (Why do they say that? I’ve coached formal speech competitions, and these things “AIN’T” debates!) what I am telling you all in the words of my eighty-eight-year-old farm-neighbor and oldtime Goldwater Republican, Mr Judson Andersen is:
“IF IT HAS TO BE A GOD-DAMN DEMOCRAT THIS TIME AROUND — and, I sure as Hell CAN see how these Republican God-damn fools have pissed it ALL away to Hell! — it’s got to be Palid Hillary I want watching the shithouse and not Barack, not that God-damn kid, not yet anyway…!”
After that ringing endorsement wrung out of a whole brokenhearted lifetime of watching our country “go to COMPLETELY to Hell,” all I can possibly add is what is oddly true, for myself anyway:
I can see it, I can, I can see being the old buck husband of this sometimes pretty-dreadful woman, and yet altogether being pretty happy about it too — she really pretty obviously didn’t get badly derailed in any big way as a youngin’, and so she ain’t that bad, not really…. (Besides which, she also obviously likes brains and was just about ready to tear off Mr Tim Russert’s shirt!)
The only problem with either one of them, or that old windbag war-hero Republican nuisance from the five million dollar house in the desert, is that they are all scared as Hell to say “boo!” to the Jews over Israel, for fear of being “anti-semitic….”
And so as matters stand now, I would have to say that I for one after all find Mrs Senator William Jefferson “Palid Hillary” Rodham Clinton the most tolerable of an annoying lot. She’s wildly not exciting or anything, but even in spite of all of the “God-damned” gadding about, well, she’s comfortable.
But whatever happened do you suppose to Old Mike Gravel?
[Emmett R Smith all rights reserved 26 February 2008]
I’m done for now. Capt. Wook is a flappin’ in the breeze, endorsing a different candidate at twenty-four hour intervals, just to mess with my head, and it worked! I’ll slip back to my own ruminations through the Arizona Republic and wait for some months until Grampa gets zeroed in on what he really wants in office. Then, if it comes about that we finally disagree, I’ll be back. Howevr, if it turns out that we both select the same mutt to run the farm for the next four years, be very afraid. That would indicate a serious shortage of heat in hell!
Mr Weitbrecht affects excessive mystification but this is not an occult process, like his professions Tarot cards and lizard-sacrifice. It is rather an ongoing and unfolding process, if you will an exercise in citizenship as a moral art. I am simply regaling followers of /Bodwyn Wook/ with the invaluable and ongoing documentation of how a responsible citizen admittedly a cut above average (I am Muslim) first all:
1) Selects who should be the best candidate for each party, based on the interests of that party, and then
2) Decides which candidate, if elected, would be most likely to have an overall /neutral/ effect on things — do no real harm to America, I mean — while at the same time dealing most effectively with the various crises being sold to the government over our heads everyday, by the think tanks. (And, brother, if you think for even a minute that this made-for-Tee Vee “terror war” swindle is anything whatsoever but a theoretical creation of some of the more wild-eyed ones, boy are you being irresponsibly — un-Americanly! — gullble…our taxes at work.)
Finally, I venture to call how the poll would go today — if the November election were to be held today. I make no apology for the devastating accuracy and sagacity of these assertions. I am a smart man. Sad to admit, I /did/ used to drink because I can’t stand stupidity, but now thanks above all (!) to AA serenity, I can now flawlessly and with dead-accuracy /analyse/ that same stupidity, nail it dead to rights every time, and as a public service through /Bodwyn Wook/ let you all know “just what in the Hell is going on!” in the words of my late professor of American history, Dr Carl A Chrislock.
And all of that…WITHOUT EVEN LOSING MY GOD-DAMN TEMPER!
John the farmer was in the fertilized egg business. He had several hundred young layers (hens), called “pullets”, and ten roosters, whose job it was to fertilize the eggs. The farmer kept records and any rooster that didn’t perform went into the soup pot and was replaced. That took an awful lot of his time, so he bought a set of tiny bells and attached them to his roosters. Each bell had a different tone so John could tell from a distance, which rooster was performing. Now he could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report simply by listening to the bells. The farmer’s favorite rooster was old Butch, a very fine specimen he was, too. But on this particular morning John noticed old Butch’s bell hadn’t rung at all! John went to investigate.The other roosters were chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing. The pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would run forcover. But to Farmer John’s amazement, old Butch had his bell in his beak, so it couldn’t ring. He’d sneak up on a pullet, do his job and walk on to the next one. John was so proud of old Butch, he entered him in the Squawbunion County Fair and he became an overnight sensation among the judges. The result…The judges not only awarded old Butch the No Bell Piece Prize but they awarded him the Pullet Surprise as well. Clearly old Butch was a politician in the making: who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of the most highly coveted awards on our planet by being the best at sneaking up on the populace and screwing them when they weren’t paying attention.
Vote carefully this year…the bells are not always audible!
I hope that Barack Obama will start to show that he can pull together the experts he needs, because it is really time for a change and as much as I can say that I like Hillary in many ways or respect her anyway, she has too much baggage. But you are right about the debate because he really did look like a nice young man in highschool whose mom was right up there beside him, actually kind of coaching him along. He’s smart and I think he’s sincere but he obviously isn’t experienced compared to Hillary Rodham Clinton. Others have said so too, she should be the Veep on this ticket and use the chance to screw around like Cheney is doing, only for some public projects for a change. The Vice Presidency is more important than it was. Dangerous?