| SPINBUSTERS |
| Torture for Christmas: The Kings Win Again |
| Part two of two |
| And then Reuters had to go and kick off my post-Christmas depresso with the holiday news that torture was no longer the unofficial policy of the United States Government, but now an overt, acceptable � even preferable � tool in Operation Enduring Justice. And soon as I read that, I knew what the New Year was gonna bring: screams, and preening politicos: more of the Whip of Big Mama �Merica. Ashes falling outta the buildings and the skies, instead of confetti. What a great nation we once had, and how quickly � how quickly and how cleverly � it has all come crashing down around us, as we snooze in our over-appointed, over-heated drywall caves. For a nation -- and a people -- willing to tolerate, to endorse, and to rationalize torture is a nation and a people willing to accept any behavior, no matter how unjust, no matter how foul, in the pursuit of Perfect Protection. How, exactly, are we �better� than the Evildoers we claim to oppose? Our methods of torture are more humane? We part out the dirtiest work to our "allies"? We are the Mommy State descended to the very heart of hell�s pit. Such a State cannot expect the favor of God, nor of God�s servants. When His hand falls again upon the wayward, selfish children that we have become, we will have nobody to blame � not the Axis of Evil, not the homos, not the welfare cheats, not the Fates themselves � no, nobody to blame except Little Ole Usn�s. Torture�s O.K. A good thang, really, if we�ll just look at it rightly. Enduring Justice. Thirty thousand yankee pesos for four seats to a three-hour hoopfest. Sat courtside with the Celebrities. Ooh Lookit Me. I'm on Teevee. Hi Mom! While men starve and freeze in the street. Am I a Man yet? Am I, huh, huh? Yah, yah, I know. I�ve said it all before, ya�ll are tired of hearing it, nasty pesky ingrate like me. And hey -- maybe I�ll even say it again. But hark to me, and hark well. I won�t be saying it many more times. Even Kings, no matter how powerful, no matter how wealthy, no matter how Secure in the Homeland, only get so many chances. Then the Big King in the Sky stands up, and the little kings, their Motherland, and yes, even their Mad White Queen, will tremble, and run fer hideyholes in the ground. Think He won�t find ya in the deep concrete? Think again. There�s still time to turn it around. Time to regain our sanity, our perspective, our mercy, and most importantly our balls. Time to say �NO!� to Wifey, to Momz, to the Girls, and to the weakling �men� who kowtow before them. I love America. But ain't She a Hairy Bee-atch? Once upon a time, we were all better than this. And we can -- and will -- be again. So do it soon. Check down twixt yer legs, tell 'em torture ain't the way we do it here: that's why we're America, and you ain't. Then have a happy New Year. |