State of the Union... a lá Bush
by A. Tressor Bush Jr, I have watched you lately; I have not seen in your eyes the kindness And friendliness I used to see. You are being too stubborn and too distant From your friend who cares about you. Yet another speech by the most powerful leader of the free world. Yes, the president if the United States – for I don't know how many times – had addressed his nation in a speech that lasted almost an hour. For a comedian, that would be a lengthy set, for a president, who enjoys a captive audience, it was perfect. Perfect amount of time to tackle all the important issues and reestablish his credibility. I listened to the speech. I thought it was well written. I even have to give Bush a nod for getting through it without his customary predilection at mixing metaphors and mispronunciations. He did a great job. And that's the extent of my niceties that I will address towards the president. He did not write that speech, he alone is not responsible for the bold new energy policies, he does not really care about the Malaria victims in Africa, and he, while preaching energy conservation, stops short of explaining what that means or how that will be accomplished. Will he ban the sales of any SUV that doesn't get 50 miles per gallon? If he were an honest man and not a politician, he could say that, but he is not an honest man. He is foremost a puppet, sitting atop a huge hand of the oil companies, who manipulate his every deed and word. But all the empty words and decrees aside, last night's State of the Union address was not about Bush at all. It was about the state of the UNION. Bush may have given the speech, but the true condition of the nation was on display on just about every channel on TV. The pulse and the blood pressure of this nation was on display as well. If you paid attention, you could see what ails this nation, its true epidemic. I saw it clearly. It was a spectacle of ass kissing that defies eloquent dissertation. Were it a Hollywood movie, we would chuckle at the duplicity and pomposity of the acting. Except it was not a movie, there were no actors. It was all live and well, presented as a "monumental" event in the history of this nation. But was it? If we were to believe this president now, after 6 years of disastrous policies, lies and fabrications, we'd have to assume that either: he is born again, or our collective memories of his reign have been erased, and we are all eager to meet and greet Bush we've never seen, heard, or have any animosity towards. But that's a fantasy. We do know Bush, we know him and his cabinet well. So should the people in the government. But do they? Bush was met with the kind of cheering usually reserved for the winning team, returning astronauts, and war heroes. To take a look at a millionaire's country club, which is the American Government, they were cheering Bush before he uttered a single word, the way groupies cheer their rock stars. What happened? Where were the staunch critics of Bush's policies? Where were the pundits and the newsmakers, where were the Democrats who loath him? Nowhere to be found. They ALL cheered THEIR man as if he was their GOD. A more pathetic display in all my years of living in America I had never witnessed. Here was the face of America for all the world to see. Had America fallen face first into a pile of crap, got up, cleaned itself off and pronounced to the world, "I just fell face-first into a pile of crap!," the world would understand and respect America. Because we all fall face-first into many piles of crap, we all make mistakes. Admitting those mistakes is what's needed in time of crisis. There was no such admission from Bush. Not personal admission of any mistakes. But I am not as mad at Bush as I am livid at the spectacle of wealthy politicians whose collective balls have been lost or misplaced on their way to the Capitol building. How can they openly criticize this president and his policies and then give him not one, not two, but several standing ovations? If an actor does as bad a job as Bush on the public stage, he would be booed at least. No such luck with this crowd. They were basking in the glory of their personal importance. Reaching to shake hands with a person who amounts to a snake oil salesman. If you were an alien who just landed on this planet in front of a TV set, you would deduce that this man (Bush) must be the king, a Keiser, a Czar. If you were an alien witnessing this spectacle, you would write down the address of this gathering and rush to meet this human God. But we are not aliens. We know what's going on. This is not the first time we are witness to such a spectacle. We pay the salaries of this people who gather not to bury Caesar (Bush) but to praise him. Praise him for what? How long would it take an alien to see through this charade? And what would an alien do when faced with such misplaced adoration? My guess is, reach for the ray gun and start pulverizing. What do we do? We have teams of journalist count how many words the president spoke and what he meant. What he meant or what he said is irrelevant at this point in time. We have 6 years of history on him as our leader. Unless he decides to speak openly, candidly and honestly, anything he says is completely irrelevant. But as irrelevant as he should nave become by now, the true level of irrelevance was on display from his adoring audience. Pardon me boys and girls, but this is not the time to be polite. This is the time to fire the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune that befell this nation when it stopped paying attention to its government. The capital, by the name of Washington DC, full of puppets whose collective sphincters have been massaged and probed by every lobby and interest group imaginable. Who can't even take a shit or a breath without signing off on another disastrous war, or send more of its soldiers to die in support of a vision of a man who's got the biggest hand up his ass imaginable. But if the American government is a puppet regime, what are we to conclude about the people who tune in by the millions to watch the ass kissers and criminals who govern them and do nothing about it? What has become of the free-thinking America? Where is the line between reality TV and reality is being drown? Who will have the balls to dredge this stagnant nation from the catatonic apathy so it can move a single muscle or have an independent thought? Who will unite the ununited States and point its people towards the truth? Not fabricated truth, the real truth! Nobody. America was on display last night. And it was a sickening spectacle of duplicity, patronizing, and ass kissing on the grand scale. It was a good speech designed to appease the masses, but I did not need carefully crafted words to see what ails America. If I were an alien devoid of Earthly language skills, I would think that I was witnessing a local Big Bang or a rock concert. But I am not an alien. What I was witnessing was the end of America as the superpower it once was. You can't be supper anything if you are numb, deaf, blind and can only move your lips when someone else's hand is shoved far up your ass. copyright ©2007 tressorgroup & Alexander Tressor
Thursday, January 25, 2007
I am livid at the spectacle of wealthy politicians whose collective balls have been lost or misplaced on their way to the Capitol building.