I was laughing my wolfhead off last night watching excerpts from Georgie Porgie's tough wimpy speech about John "Loser" Kerry's sudden standing up on his hindlegs and trying to say that our "president" is one dumbass chaos-questing woodheaded numbskull--our only president ever appointed by the Supreme Court; our only president ever accused of manipulating and "correcting" election returns [isn't that alone an impeachable offense?] in an openly criminal manner--Bush and nutjob Cheney there in Columbus, Ohio, the night the Repug Sec'y of State Ken Blackwell ripped the win right out of old John "Loser" Kerry's hands and handed it over as filthy as it was by then to Georgie Porgie. What was the Georgie Boy worried about; the owner of Diebold, the makers of the electronic voting machines in Ohio, had already told the boy Diebold was gonna make sure he won. These crooks are honest; they openly admit they're crooks and challenge you to do something about it; their confidence is in the fact they know nobody's gonna do a damn thing about it.
So old Honest John "Loser" Kerry meant well. That's about as mumbly gritty as old well-heeled John can get. A wimp hiding behind his rich second-hand wife's wealth fighting a wimp hiding behind his wimpy father's skirts--and you know who wears the pants in that marvelous family--you guessed it, Babs herself--"George Washington with boobs."
Bush expects an apology from Kerry to the US soldiers--THEY ARE VOLUNTEERS, FOLKS--even though the joke was about Bush not the soldiers in Iraq--who, too, even the well-educated ones are dumbasses. Sorry. I don't consider those guys and women heroes. That's the job they're paid to do; just like cops; just like firemen. Being in the Army these days means you are working at your career; being in the Army is the only way some of these poor kids can get a job; that or they got in the National Guard to keep from being in the active Army. Back in the days when John "Loser" Kerry and John "Nutjob" McCain went to 'Nam, they had 2 choices--1) volunteer for the Navy, Marines, or the Air Force, which the two Johns did, or 2) be conscripted into the dirty-shit Army, the Infantry and the Artillery--the soldiers that are most likely to be killed in action because they're on the front lines where the action is--they're not flying high above in a jet plane--or tooling down the Mekong in a patrol boat with rich boy officers leading the way. The rich kids in those days got out of being conscripted, that's for sure. Most of 'em join their daddie's businesses and became too economically important to their inheritance-rich families to join an army and chance getting killed--for what? the dirty poor?; some of them, like Georgie Porgie, joined the Texas Air National Guard--a bunch of jokey weekend warriors, mostly spoiled little rich boys like Georgie, the old AF Cap'ns tried to teach to fly obsolete DeHavilands and prop jobs like that--trainer planes. That end of the National Guard was party time--beer in the Coke machines in those armories. Oh yeah, I know this because I joined the Texas National Guard, an artillery division, to keep from getting my number pulled and my ass sent right straight to Nam after basic training--I did my basic at Leonard Wood, Missouri, then was shipped to Fort Sill, Oklahoma, for artillery training--and we didn't have beer in our Coke machines but we had beer--hell, we put six packs in our duffield bags and then iced them down in the lister bag that held the water out in the fields--iced water--and we'd put our cans of beer in that--Jesus, what wonderful cold beers those were.
Soldiers for the most part are easily duped; they easily fall to attention when an older man barks an order at them. In the first place, they're scared to death; the Army plays on your being naive and scared; they make it where you don't want to be shown up as a coward or a pansy, so you just bite your tongue till they give you bullets and you do what you're told you have to do or else you pull a Klinger on them and try to get a Section 8.
"You either kill or you're going to get killed." That's what I learned my first day at basic training, lined up with a bunch of other poor duped Texas postpubescent boys, just out of college, some of us thinking of getting married and starting careers--my buddy in the Army from my hometown was a practicing architect. We thought we were the smartest clowns in the clown act--and this little weasel-looking sergeant was gonna show us smartasses; he was an Okie from Muskogee in Mizzouri in the Ozark Mountains--that's Hillbilly Heaven for those of you unfamiliar with that three-state (Okie-homey, Arkie-saw, and old Mizzou) unfolding of old, old mountains, once mighty peaks, now just old dilapidated hills--thick with shrub oak, live oak, brambles, poison oak and ivy--squirrels, coons, owls, field mice, opossum, bobcats, lynx, razorbacks, even some catamounts at one time--plus under your feet always those pesky copperheads and coral snakes. Spiders, too; I forgot the damn spiders. And centipedes and millipedes. And ticks. Tons of ticks. Yeeeehaw. Yep, folks, that's the heart of Hillbilly resistance--the outcasts from the hillbilly homelands of West Virginny over through the flowing hills of Kaintuck and the old Volunteer State of Tennessee--they are just now getting store-bought instruments in the hillbilly bands of the Ozarks. Yeeehaw. Old Slick Willie's from the Ozark foothills. "Golll-eee, what the hell am that funny-lookin' billden over thar?" "That's the William Jefferson Clinton Library, my friend." "No shit. Well, since I can't read, I don't need no lie-bury; so, I guess that thar billden ain't no good to me, unless I kin go down thar an mebbe ketch a Greyhound to Fordyce."
One big peeve of mine is all that these fat-jowled moralizers spew--and these are men and women who despise army people; who see them as low-life cannon fodder--"Who the hell's gonna miss a few hunderd dead hayseeds from Eye-o-way, the pigs maybe? the cornfields? Shit, 3,000 dead soldiers is what that is, just 3,000 dead soldiers. They ain't got no names; they jest got numbers. Hey, here's what's left of your soldier-boy son, folks--hold on, a minute, we git that Amurican flag back, that ain't yours. Where ya gonna bury your boy, out in that pig sty out there?" That really is an approximate of the consideration these White House Mussolinis give scumbags like soldiers. These windbags, all of them safely millionaires by the time they've served a couple'a months in Washington, District of Corruption [plus hiring their wife, their mistress, their brother-in-law, their mentally-depraved stepson, their ex-college drinking buddy--what a sordid bunch that Washington crew is, and that includes Dumbocrats]--pig-jowled human-animal hybrids (check old Jerry Falwell out--with that pasty white fat dripping off his jowls--all Congresspersons look like him, even Hillary--yep, even little hippy Hillary has piglet jowls, an innertube waist, and a big fat ass. Good livin' for White Trash. Rich food, fine wines, great deserts, all at We the People's expense; and we couldn't get in one of those state dinners we pay big bucks for if we were Jesus X Christ and Mo Mohammed themselves--"Sorry, You the People, this is for the privileged only")--
Let me start over, this peeve I'm trying to expound on--it's when I hear these windbag politicians get tears in their eyes and start sadly talking about "the sacrifices our young people are making in Iraq." The soldiers are sacrificing themselves? Do you believe that cock-and-bullshit? Georgie Porgie and his war-maniacal clown administration are sacrificing our young people for their world-domination Neo-Con nightmare dreams. The SOLDIERS ARE THE SACRIFICES TO THE GODS OF WAR!!!
Doesn't that piss you off to hear these big-bellied sapspitters talking about "the sacrifices" our troops are making in Iraq and Afghanistan? Poor dumbass soldiers; they're being sacrificed on the altar of the New World Order--Pappy Bush's dream of the Bush Family Empire one day paying back all us schmucks who called old Pappy a wimp. I call Pappy and his son totally bullshit wimps. And so's John "Loser" Kerry. And you wanna know something else? How about this, I guarantee you, Bush despises soldiers, too; even generals; he knows they know he's a pencil-necked geek; a coward; a man who runs and hides from confrontation; a loser depending on other losers to make him a winner. Bush loves sheiks and duck hunters and golfers and Lance Armstrong and the Bin Laden family; that's his ilk, not the dirty, lousy, filthy soldiers fighting that dirty little criminal war in Iraq. And you know, for sure, the Bushes think the Iraqis are about one step above that goofy Mexican immigrant they've got workin' in the gardens of the many Bush mansions around the world. Iraqis are towelheads to the Bushes.
It even pisses me off when I see a New York City fire engine barrel-assing down the street with American flags draped all over it. What the hell is that supposed to mean? Are the firemen declaring they are more patriotic than New York City residents who pay their salaries--and yet, their jobs are being firemen in New York City--what the hell's the American flag got to do with it? I find that interesting. Also, I find it interesting that construction workers top off these 50-story luxury apartment buildings they slapping up like Levittown prefabs all over Manhattan with American flags. Ironically, most of the buildings they are building are being built with Chinese Commie and Saudi Arabian sheik monies--nothing American about them. How come construction workers are considered patriots?
Also cops and firemen up here are considered the heroes of 9/11. Bullshit. The heroes of 9/11 are the people who escaped that chaotic mess--most of them escaped on their own--MOST OF THEM GOT TO SAFETY NOT FROM ANY ADVICE FROM A NYPD COP OR AN NYFD FIREMAN. One group of confused firemen told hundreds of people coming down one of the tower's stairwells--of 4 stairwells, only one wasn't blocked by debris and collapsing firewalls -- to go back up to their upperfloor offices--that they would be safe up there (these firemen didn't have proper equipment; they had no logistics of what they were facing; they had no building escape plans (Marvin Bush was head of safety and security for the World Trade Center--the day the buildings collapsed, his contract expired--is it just me or isn't that ironic?); they had no communications devices that worked; they didn't even have breathing apparati--the firemen and cops at the time of 9/11 didn't even have a new labor contract with the city. These guys weren't the heroes--hey, they bravely tried to do their jobs--that's all one can ask of them. The people who survived 9/11 are the true heroes of 9/11--the people of the USA are heroes; it's our leaders who are wimpy cowards caring only for the protection of their investments and cash cows and making rules against We the People having any Constitutional rights left--the Bill of Rights is being no-billed right before our stupid eyes. Amuricans are the dumbasses. It takes a dumbass to idolize a dumbass.
Just like I was going to predict: Wimpy John "Loser" Kerry Wimps Out and Tucks His Ball-Less Phalic Between His Legs and Apologizes to Troops on Georgie Porgie's Command! Even the Dumbocrats Turned on John. He's an Embarrassment to Losers Everywhere. Nobody Ever Gave Up as Easily as Al "Global Warmedover" Gore and John "Pass the Ketchup" Kerry. Read this and come to your own conclusions:
Kerry beat a grudging retreat in his return to the national campaign spotlight. Earlier, on the radio program "Imus in the Morning," the Massachusetts senator said he was "sorry about a botched joke" about Bush. He heaped praise on the troops, adamantly accused Republicans of twisting his words and said it was the commander in chief and his aides who "owe America an apology for this disaster in Iraq."
Democrats cringed, though, at the prospect of the Massachusetts senator becoming the face of the party for the second consecutive national campaign. "No one wants to have the 2004 election replayed," said Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton....like Kerry, a potential contender for the 2008 nomination.Congressional candidates in Iowa and Minnesota swiftly made plain that Kerry was no longer welcome to appear at scheduled rallies, and the senator scrapped an appearance in Philadelphia.
"It was a real dumb thing to say. He should say sorry," said Democrat Claire McCaskill, running in a tight Senate campaign in Missouri.
The White House accepted Kerry's statement. "Senator Kerry's apology to the troops for his insulting comments came late but it was the right thing to do," said Dana Perino, deputy press secretary.
With Bush showing the way, Republicans had worked energetically to turn Kerry into an all-purpose target in a campaign that has long loomed as a loser for the GOP — much as they ridiculed him two years ago on their way to electoral gains.
"Anybody who is in a position to serve this country ought to understand the consequences of words. ... We've got incredible people in our military, and they deserve full praise and full support of this government," Bush said in an interview with conservative talk-radio personality Rush Limbaugh.
It's from Yahoo News so you know it's slanted, but still...once a Nam vet, you know he's nuts, insecure, possessing war demons in his confused head, unable to grasp anykind of reality he's so comfortably rich but so personally uncomfortable.
I have been trying to distance myself from politics. F it. But it's hard not to growl, rip at flesh, you know, snarl as you rake that good hot bloody juicy meat off that tender young female elk bone, snarl with pleasure, bloody pleasure over how some minds can so easily see how wrong and foolish most thinkers and leaders are--I mean, I can easily float so high above all of this by just putting my earphones on and listening to a true patriotic American's true American music, Charles Ives, so far, to me, with no competition, America's greatest composer of any genre but especially the highest forms of musical thinking, a musical thinking that transcends any music written before it and most music written after it.
So far in my quest to find the second-best American classical composer, I've gotten nowhere, and I listened to Frank Wigglesworth, Aaron Copland, Harvey Sollberger, Ezra Sims, Sam Barber, Virgil Thomson (who I find a most intelligent being), Edward Smaldone, Edwin London, Leo Smit, Dave Brubeck, Ursula Mamlok--though I've yet to give big ears to Roy Harris, Carl Ruggles, William Grant Still, William Levi Dawson, and a Duke Ellington work called Suite From "The River." None of the above have topped Charles Mingus yet. Oh no, did I say that? A jazz guy a greater composer than--well certainly not Father Ives, though Mingus shows more American respect for Ives's brilliant direction than some of the others mentioned above.
Ah music. Ah wilderness! Henry Miller! Chaos is coming, just like you said over and over and over and over. CHAOS. My god.
thegrowlingwolf
for The Daily Growler
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