Dick Cheney Ate My Lunch
The first night of the RNC 2004...
You know that voice that black comedians use when they are imitating white folks? I always think “Man! I don’t sound like that, do I? Who do they think sounds like that?” After watching the Republican National Convention I realized exactly where they get it from. Republicans talk that way.
The RNC (or as like I to call it “Fox News Theatre”) is a grisly spectacle, like surgery on an animal.
On the opening night they did a little tribute to American veterans in the form of a video they took during a ceremony honoring veterans on the U.S.S Intrepid. The host asked hard questions of the attendees like; “Why did you decide to come out here today?” And, “Do you think it’s important to know about veterans?”
Where did these rats find the gall to present a ceremony for veterans as an endorsement for their nefarious plans? Who gave the green light for them to stand on the deck of a United States ship and tear-up while patriots rightfully receive a scrap of recognition for their contribution to grinding the cogs of last century’s fascism to a halt with their own bones? I love veterans too and I’m a taxpayer. Get your camera off my warship!
Of course even republicans now have celebrity to tout out. Ron Silver gave his best speech since “Timecop,” and the Gatlin brothers finally have something to separate them from Alabama in my mind-file of appalling neo-country harmony groups.
My God, it’s full of stars and bars…
Patriotism is getting a little too close to Nationalism for my tastes. For the record, Patriotism has nothing to do with the RNC, it has nothing to do with the military and many people are extremely surprised to find out that it doesn’t even have anything to do with our government.
Bad things happen when a political group starts to think of itself not as an ideology but as an actual physical parcel of Earth. Really, Reeeeeally bad things happen.
In fact patriotism only concerns a stern love of country not the blind rhino-like nationalism that is frothing over the suburbs like a disease carried by TGI Friday’s potato skins. You’ll be hard-pressed to find a person that loves the U.S.A as much as I do…but likewise it is for this very reason that I refuse to accept my country being used as a choke-chain for a philosophy of imperialism.
Adlai Stevenson once gave a particularly relevant observation…
"What do we mean by patriotism in the context of our times? I venture to suggest that what we mean is a sense of national responsibility... a patriotism which is not short, frenzied outbursts of emotion, but the tranquil and steady dedication of a lifetime."
Good ole Sam Johnson was not as eloquent when he imparted these words. I am confident what he is talking about is not at all different from the nationalism the RNC now veils itself in.
“Patriotism is the last refuge of scoundrels.”
Now I’m not one of those people who hate G.W. enough to put horns on his head or spinning swastikas in his eyes on my webpage. I’ve seen video of him comically drunk at a wedding and he seemed like a genuinely cool guy, the kinda guy I could hang out with. I do NOT want the president to be the kinda guy I could hang out with. I’m a freaking lowlife on the verge of crime but he seems like my kind of people.
I think G.W. is exactly like Reagan, he’s a figurehead. Reagan was an actor and his skills were leveraged by some very creepy ideologues to put your grandfather’s face on a systematic machine that (either intentionally or incidentally) was perfect for draining the middle class of it’s disposable income, cementing the position of The American Corporation and spending incomprehensible amounts of money to defeat backwater rebellions in the aid of more attractive pawns that turned out to be fellows like Noriega and bin Laden.
Bush the elder himself called this kind of financial scheme “voodoo economics.” Personally, I’m more likely to call it “doodoo economics,” because that’s where we will ALL end up…unless you made more than $200,000 this year. They think they can placate the rest of us by handing out $200 checks pointing out that every single other country in the world hates us so we had better get on board for the big win.
I was listening to “Air America” over the weekend and Al Franken made a comment to effect that he thought that liberals love America as an adult loves another, respectful but always vigilante for discretions. Republicans, he said, love America like a child loves an adult, uncritically and with a dog-like devotion. To me though, it has recently become increasingly obvious that the current administration loves America like Michael Jackson loves children.
They’ve stuck it in. I just hope we can shake them before they break it off.
Dick Cheney doesn’t care about you. Seriously, look into his face; he doesn’t even care about frightening your cat.
It’s all so back-assward. There is a man on the podium right now talking about the Patriot act. He is saying how freedom must be defended at all costs; even apparently if its cost is freedom itself. There was a man on the stage talking about the republican’s reputation for economic responsibility during a time of almost ridiculous financial recklessness. There is a scary booming chant of “Four-More-Years!” amidst a platform that could end the world in two. Nowadays they speak with such conviction of inclusiveness while the only strong showing of minorities I saw was in a choir singing “Anchors Aweigh.”
Liberate is a word that gets thrown around a lot. By their count, republicans liberated Afghanistan, Iraq, California and homosexuals from the prospect of marriage. Somehow, it reminds me of a hoodlum friend I used to have.
“Hey, Rusty, where’d you get that handgun?”
“I liberated it from Walmart,” He’d say.
John McCain, a man I greatly respect, spoke and in reference to our fighting men and women he said, “We are all citizens but they are the very best of us.” I respect our forces immensely but this growing concept that joining the military automatically makes you a hero is really starting to piss me off…do you really think that skank with the cigarette in her mouth pointing at underwear-on-his-head guy’s poopchute is the best of us?
Later that night, while watching Scarborough’s awful show on MSNBC I saw a slogan held by a republican that gave me hope…”Go W Go,” it read and I heartily endorse that sentiment. Yes, go W. go. Go W. go, indeed…two more months till he is forced to leave his ivory deer stand with the opportunity to cope with the nation he has allowed his henchmen to engineer.
P.S. - None of this has anything whatsoever to do with Jesus Christ...just a reminder to those of you that think that the Almighty Himself prays to John Ashcroft for direction.
You know that voice that black comedians use when they are imitating white folks? I always think “Man! I don’t sound like that, do I? Who do they think sounds like that?” After watching the Republican National Convention I realized exactly where they get it from. Republicans talk that way.
The RNC (or as like I to call it “Fox News Theatre”) is a grisly spectacle, like surgery on an animal.
On the opening night they did a little tribute to American veterans in the form of a video they took during a ceremony honoring veterans on the U.S.S Intrepid. The host asked hard questions of the attendees like; “Why did you decide to come out here today?” And, “Do you think it’s important to know about veterans?”
Where did these rats find the gall to present a ceremony for veterans as an endorsement for their nefarious plans? Who gave the green light for them to stand on the deck of a United States ship and tear-up while patriots rightfully receive a scrap of recognition for their contribution to grinding the cogs of last century’s fascism to a halt with their own bones? I love veterans too and I’m a taxpayer. Get your camera off my warship!
Of course even republicans now have celebrity to tout out. Ron Silver gave his best speech since “Timecop,” and the Gatlin brothers finally have something to separate them from Alabama in my mind-file of appalling neo-country harmony groups.
My God, it’s full of stars and bars…
Patriotism is getting a little too close to Nationalism for my tastes. For the record, Patriotism has nothing to do with the RNC, it has nothing to do with the military and many people are extremely surprised to find out that it doesn’t even have anything to do with our government.
Bad things happen when a political group starts to think of itself not as an ideology but as an actual physical parcel of Earth. Really, Reeeeeally bad things happen.
In fact patriotism only concerns a stern love of country not the blind rhino-like nationalism that is frothing over the suburbs like a disease carried by TGI Friday’s potato skins. You’ll be hard-pressed to find a person that loves the U.S.A as much as I do…but likewise it is for this very reason that I refuse to accept my country being used as a choke-chain for a philosophy of imperialism.
Adlai Stevenson once gave a particularly relevant observation…
"What do we mean by patriotism in the context of our times? I venture to suggest that what we mean is a sense of national responsibility... a patriotism which is not short, frenzied outbursts of emotion, but the tranquil and steady dedication of a lifetime."
Good ole Sam Johnson was not as eloquent when he imparted these words. I am confident what he is talking about is not at all different from the nationalism the RNC now veils itself in.
“Patriotism is the last refuge of scoundrels.”
Now I’m not one of those people who hate G.W. enough to put horns on his head or spinning swastikas in his eyes on my webpage. I’ve seen video of him comically drunk at a wedding and he seemed like a genuinely cool guy, the kinda guy I could hang out with. I do NOT want the president to be the kinda guy I could hang out with. I’m a freaking lowlife on the verge of crime but he seems like my kind of people.
I think G.W. is exactly like Reagan, he’s a figurehead. Reagan was an actor and his skills were leveraged by some very creepy ideologues to put your grandfather’s face on a systematic machine that (either intentionally or incidentally) was perfect for draining the middle class of it’s disposable income, cementing the position of The American Corporation and spending incomprehensible amounts of money to defeat backwater rebellions in the aid of more attractive pawns that turned out to be fellows like Noriega and bin Laden.
Bush the elder himself called this kind of financial scheme “voodoo economics.” Personally, I’m more likely to call it “doodoo economics,” because that’s where we will ALL end up…unless you made more than $200,000 this year. They think they can placate the rest of us by handing out $200 checks pointing out that every single other country in the world hates us so we had better get on board for the big win.
I was listening to “Air America” over the weekend and Al Franken made a comment to effect that he thought that liberals love America as an adult loves another, respectful but always vigilante for discretions. Republicans, he said, love America like a child loves an adult, uncritically and with a dog-like devotion. To me though, it has recently become increasingly obvious that the current administration loves America like Michael Jackson loves children.
They’ve stuck it in. I just hope we can shake them before they break it off.
Dick Cheney doesn’t care about you. Seriously, look into his face; he doesn’t even care about frightening your cat.
It’s all so back-assward. There is a man on the podium right now talking about the Patriot act. He is saying how freedom must be defended at all costs; even apparently if its cost is freedom itself. There was a man on the stage talking about the republican’s reputation for economic responsibility during a time of almost ridiculous financial recklessness. There is a scary booming chant of “Four-More-Years!” amidst a platform that could end the world in two. Nowadays they speak with such conviction of inclusiveness while the only strong showing of minorities I saw was in a choir singing “Anchors Aweigh.”
Liberate is a word that gets thrown around a lot. By their count, republicans liberated Afghanistan, Iraq, California and homosexuals from the prospect of marriage. Somehow, it reminds me of a hoodlum friend I used to have.
“Hey, Rusty, where’d you get that handgun?”
“I liberated it from Walmart,” He’d say.
John McCain, a man I greatly respect, spoke and in reference to our fighting men and women he said, “We are all citizens but they are the very best of us.” I respect our forces immensely but this growing concept that joining the military automatically makes you a hero is really starting to piss me off…do you really think that skank with the cigarette in her mouth pointing at underwear-on-his-head guy’s poopchute is the best of us?
Later that night, while watching Scarborough’s awful show on MSNBC I saw a slogan held by a republican that gave me hope…”Go W Go,” it read and I heartily endorse that sentiment. Yes, go W. go. Go W. go, indeed…two more months till he is forced to leave his ivory deer stand with the opportunity to cope with the nation he has allowed his henchmen to engineer.
P.S. - None of this has anything whatsoever to do with Jesus Christ...just a reminder to those of you that think that the Almighty Himself prays to John Ashcroft for direction.
posted by S.K. Akin at 9/03/2004 03:38:00 AM
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