Mark Morford’s angry, bitter, obscenity-laden column over at SF Gate just about sums up my incredible anger about what our government is doing in our name. I have dealt with this anger through humor and derision and just trying to ignore it, because I don’t like being bitter and pessimistic and angry with America. Meanwhile, 90% of us don’t even know that we’re supposed to be angry. What a great country.
Go figure. Those lowly U.N. inspectors were right after all. Who knew? It was all a ruse. We’ve been sucker-punched and ideologically molested and patriotically sodomized and hey, what the hell, who cares anyway, we “liberated” an oppressed people most Americans secretly loathe and fear and don’t understand in the slightest, even though that was never the point, or the justification, or the goal. Go team.
But wait, is liberation of a brutalized and tormented people now the reason? The justification for our thuggery? That is so cool! So that means we’re going to blow the living crap out of Sri Lanka and Sudan and Tibet and North Korea and about 47 others, right? Right? Maybe Saudi Arabia, too, second only to the Talilban itself in its abuse of women? Cool! As if.
And a little ways further…
But of course you’re not the slightest bit shocked. You knew it all along. The WMD line was just a ploy that, tragically, much of the nation bought into like a sucker pyramid scheme after being pounded into submission with hammers of fear and Ashcroftian threats and bogus Orange Alerts and having their tweezers confiscated at the airport.
And of course the capacity to be outraged and appalled has been entirely drained out of you, out of this nation, replaced by raging ennui and sad resentment and the new fall season on NBC. This is what they’re counting on. Your short attention span. WMDs? That’s so, like, last February. Hey look, the swimsuit model won “Survivor”!