Attraction is a dangerous beast.
Since the bitter cold day of the announcement for his candidacy to be president of the United States of America, in the shadow of Abraham Lincoln, in Springfield, Illinois, I saw Barack Obama as living in an Aaron Sorkin liberal fantasy.
My bad. I saw what I wanted to see. I projected into Barack Obama all of my hopes. Didn’t he write “The Audacity of Hope?”
Yes, he dangled charisma. Yes, he dangled eloquence. Yes, he promised change. Yes, he promised transparency, even putting himself on the line, when it counted, by calling Iraq “A Dumb War.”
We’d been lied to. We’d been taken advantage of, raped. Dick Cheney promised “Just The Tip,” then went ahead and rammed the whole thing in, no lube, no spit. Not even blood.
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Have you seen “The World According To Dick Cheney?” If you haven’t seen it, do yourself a favor, don’t. You don’t need to, unless you’re interested in studying how to leave your conscience behind with irrelevant baggage, like failing out of Yale.
When someone can look you in the eye and say, “I’d do it again in a second,” that’s a deeply fucked-up mindset. Everyone else in adult life is measuring what they did right with what they did wrong, so they can figure out how to be kind.
When did kindness go out of style? My guess would be on the day George W. Bush selected Dick Cheney to be his vice president.
Yes, he dangled strength. Yes, he dangled seriousness of purpose. Yes, he promised WMD’s. Yes, he promised mushroom clouds, even putting himself on the line, when it counted, by linking Saddam to Osama on Meet The Press.
George W. Bush saw what he wanted to see. He projected into Dick Cheney a moral certainty which doesn’t exist, outside of a Mel Gibson anti-Semitic conservative fantasy.
Here’s what George W. Bush should have said at the dedication to his presidential library: “My bad.”
Bedfellows? Do I have to use corny language? Do I have to say something insightful about politics making for strange bedfellows?
Beware of attraction, be careful who you sleep with, your dick isn’t a magic wand, if you stick your dick inside of crazy, abracadabra, it doesn’t cure crazy.
You catch crazy, it’s contagious.