Monday, January 15, 2007

Somewhere out near


the chill orbit of Saturn, the Goddess of Irony was minding her own business.

Then She heard this...


From tonight’s Sixty Minutes:

PELLEY: What would you say right now in this interview to the Iranian president about the meddling in Iraq?

BUSH: I'd say, first of all, to him, "You've made terrible choices for your people. You've isolated your nation. You've taken a nation of proud and honorable people, and you've made your country the pariah of the world. You've threatened countries with nuclear weapons. You've said you want a nuclear weapon. You've defied international accord. And you're slowly but surely isolating yourself." ...


And there, in the vacuum of space, the Goddess of Irony screamed silently for three hours as if She were being torn apart by wild dogs.

And then She died.

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

I know how Lady Irony feels. It's all I can do sometimes not to disturb my neighbors by screaming my lungs out.

I wonder how so many of my fellow citizens got to be so gullible. As I noted on a previous thread, I blame the bought-and-paid-for McMedia for much of it. Also, our educational systems are deliberately underfunded, plus they are balkanized into a godzillion districts [a "godzillion" is a number as big as Godzilla], plus the local educators have to tiptoe around the sensibilities of medievalist "Christians" who think the Earth is only a few thousand years old, and also that female subjugation is the will of God--so we can't have sex education, because if the girls use birth control, we won't be able to tell which are "pure" and which are dirty filthy little sluts.

[Of course, most of the Gawd-fearin' patriarchs who denounce sex ed would like nothing better than to get their Viagra-enhanced members INTO the dirty filthy little sluts, except of course for the astonishingly high number of patriarchs who prefer underaged BOYS]

Oh dear, am I ranting again? :)

In other Western countries, the schools are funded out of general revenues rather than property taxes, which goes a long way toward eliminating Mr. Kozol's "savage inequalities". Also, the school standards are set by central, national ministries of education, neutralizing the influence of local majorities of medievalists--not that there are so many of those in other Western countries.

roxtar said...

Muthafuckin' Post of the Year.

Anonymous said...

Sweet, Drift. Too sweet. :o)

Anonymous said...

Great post, Drifty!

My favorite moment in the interview is when little prince Georgie tries to scare us with his admonition that we should "envision a world in which Saddam Hussein was rushing for a nuclear weapon..."

For real scare potential, try contemplating the real world instead, in which Boy George and Deadeye Dick get to make the decisions about where to aim the 10,000-or-so nuclear weapons we got right here in the US arsenal.

Now that's scary...

driftglass said...

Thanks!

Anonymous said...

dear drifty,

fifty million chimps hacking away on typewiters for an eternity couldn't come up with a more elegant phrasing. you nailed em in the crotch... again

keep up the good work

your friend

hyperlax

Anonymous said...

Whoa.. I was literally moved to misty-eyed sympathy by your description of the cause of death of teh Goddess.

namaste driftglass. These are sad times, indeed.

Shrub has even managed to one-up teh Pope with this one. Only with no chuckles about it what-so-ever.

{shakin'head}

Anonymous said...

Textbook case of psychological projection. That boy is wrong in the head.

Anonymous said...

Ah, for a moment there I heard echoes of Billmon.

I'm amazed by how often Shrub and Co. articulate exactly the opposite of the truth in a 'through the looking glass' kind of way. I've gotten in the habit when I listen or read a speech of transposing "us" and "them", and "we" and "you", "do" and "don't", "will" and "won't". It's surprising how accurate the content is. Sort of like hearing the truth.

Anonymous said...

When Count Dubbula looks in a mirror, I'm sure the light is bounced back and an image of himself must appear somewhere in the back of those whiskey soured eyebones. Kinda like a circus mirror, except he's all tall and swarthy in his mind's eye.


That's the difficulty with vampires. It's not that they can't see their own reflection. They just don't see any problem with a blood spattered cravat and neck gristle stuck between their teeth.

Anonymous said...

Projection, perhaps?