Last week I saw a bald eagle perched atop a dead tree less than a mile from my house. It stopped traffic. A bald eagle in Cleveland is, of course, unusual. My first inclination was that it was a hopeful sign for the rebirth of our rivers and streams here in the poverty capital. Then I remembered that a dozen local Marines had been slaughtered the day before. The eagle was here, I now believe, as the unfashionably early first guest of the FEDERAL DEATH PARADE set to begin.
I have a friend at work who just had a baby, a son. He's a Bush asshole, so we don't talk politics. I want him to think about his son, dead in his arms someday, and tell me that Bush (or any of the cocksuckers REALLY in charge) ever comprehended or cared about the consequences of falsifying a reason to "fuck the sand niggers," that latent dumb-fuck justification for those still shell-shocked by 9-11. Intelligent people know why this war began. It had nothing to do with liberty or democracy. It had to do with the same landed gentry and vested interests that always fuck the governed.
Here is my just fantasy: Bush, Cheney, Rove, Rice, Rumsfeld, etc., each in their own sparse, climate controlled cell, gripping the bars, looking at each other, wondering how their plans failed, and how long it will be until, one by one, they each die a lonely death at the end of their sentence for war crimes. (Colin Powell get's leniency and house arrest for coming to his senses and finally ratting them out, but he must wear a sandwich board with Picasso's Guernica on the front and back whenever he's in public.) Humiliation and regret will taint their every waking moment. They will spit on their own reflections, secure in the knowledge that their names will be etched in the pantheon of self-serving murderous assholes of history.
The eagles have come home to roost.
I have a friend at work who just had a baby, a son. He's a Bush asshole, so we don't talk politics. I want him to think about his son, dead in his arms someday, and tell me that Bush (or any of the cocksuckers REALLY in charge) ever comprehended or cared about the consequences of falsifying a reason to "fuck the sand niggers," that latent dumb-fuck justification for those still shell-shocked by 9-11. Intelligent people know why this war began. It had nothing to do with liberty or democracy. It had to do with the same landed gentry and vested interests that always fuck the governed.
Here is my just fantasy: Bush, Cheney, Rove, Rice, Rumsfeld, etc., each in their own sparse, climate controlled cell, gripping the bars, looking at each other, wondering how their plans failed, and how long it will be until, one by one, they each die a lonely death at the end of their sentence for war crimes. (Colin Powell get's leniency and house arrest for coming to his senses and finally ratting them out, but he must wear a sandwich board with Picasso's Guernica on the front and back whenever he's in public.) Humiliation and regret will taint their every waking moment. They will spit on their own reflections, secure in the knowledge that their names will be etched in the pantheon of self-serving murderous assholes of history.
The eagles have come home to roost.