THE CUTE AND FUN SARAH PALIN, while grinning and winking and droppin’ gs galore, is very cleverly tossing rancid scraps to the beasts of violence and fear that shuffle in the shadows cast by John McCain’s campaign and the GOP. You’ve heard it before, but here’s a lingual breakdown that makes the case in a convincing and terrifying way.
MY HEART RACED faster and faster and when it was over I…I let the sadness wash through me as it had to for a few moments. The bold ignorance and hate and bigotry was…terrifying. And sad. And loathesome. And real. But not new. This energy takes people’s lives every day in some part of this land. But maybe we move closer to a new time. And simply that possibility is inspiring.
WATCHING THE WELL-WORN WEAPONS OF THE RIGHT being grappled and thrown and dropped and whipped about in frenzy; watching the GOP throw McCarthyism, Racism, Terrorism, Greedism and everything else at both Barack Obama and the American populace reminds me of the final writhings and wailings of the Boss Monster before you take its life.
JOHN MCCAIN AND SARAH PALIN cannot pretend to be unaware of the world they are living in. They must factor in all the potential violence and fear that lives, still, in the minds and hearts of human beings in today’s world. If a leader cares about society, s/he does not brush by these ghosts casually, nor rouse them if at all possible.
ALREADY, voting is under way. After two stolen elections which brought us the loathesome idiot George W. Bush; the criminal negligent George W. Bush; the Miserable Failure George W. Bush, who in turn brought us thousands upon thousands of corpses in the ground, dollars in the fire, and terror in the air—I can’t think of a more important election. And it seems the tension is already on, judging by at least one story out of Ohio.
THEIR VILLAGES ARE DYING. They come from towns with no future, from families with no food. They are lucky to bring a ragged toothbrush on the trip and luckier to avoid rape, murder, or starvation on the way. On the way to hope. On the way to nothing, really, but a desperate dream of survival, a mirage of prosperity, the Land of Opportunity. Where Lady Liberty holds her lamp high…so the squads of ICEmen can see well enough to snatch up the hunger-wracked wanderers and hurl them into the frothy maw of Camp Halliburton.
HOW DO YOU PROPERLY RECOGNIZE a woman like Isabel Garcia? A woman who works tirelessly as a public defender and activist for those without voice, a woman whose efforts have helped make Coalición de Derechos Humanos an effective reality, a woman who is so effective in what she does that the Mexican government has awarded her the 2006 Premio Naciónal de Derechos Humanos—never before given to a US Citizen? How do you celebrate such a bright light?
House of Nezua
the XOLAGRAFIK theater!
