The Poet's Eye
commentary by Lightning Rod
The Poets' Eye is skeptical without being cynical, innocent without being naive and critical without being judgemental.
The Gap
04-01-04
All I can think about when I see Condi Rice is that sexy little gap between her teeth. In my perverse poetic mind that little gap fits perfectly over the vein on the top of my member. What kind of head could she give? I ask myself. Well, if not sincere head, at least articulate head.Cut to the dream I had the other night about George I and George II playing golf. Colin Powell was caddying for Gdub and the King Father was riding in a cart provided by the Carlyle Group. The Shrub was moaning and shaking his head on the fairway as he woggled his four-iron.
"Our own party is holding my feet over the fire about this Condi RIce thing."
"Let her testify."
Shrub says, "I don't want to set a president."
"That's 'precident,'" Dad says.
Powell: "I think you need a five-iron on this shot, Mr. Precedent."
"I don't want her to testify under oath, Dad."
"Why? Is this going to be another Lewinski thing?"
"Not unless they ask her about my afternoon workouts."
"Son, I think It's better if we call those 'briefings.'"
In the odd way of dreams, the next scene is Condi Rice holding her hand up to take the oath in front of the 9/11 Commission. Her mouth is perilously close to the microphone as she denies that the President was shooting squirrels in Crawford while Bin Laden's bunch were taking flying lessons.
Next scene, back at the golf course, The President's ball is under a tree.
Senior says, "You're in a jam here, you've got to put the right spin on it."
"Or, I could just get my caddy to drop another ball, you know, like in the fairway."
"That might set a president."
"That's 'precedent', Dad."
Powell: "Mr Precedent, I would suggest a cruise missile, a nine-iron and let me address the United Nations. We have evidence from our coalition allies, the Uzbekis, that Dick Clarke has weapons of mass instruction"
Back to the hearing: The camera zooms in on the gap between Condi's teeth.
"Mr. Chairman, let me assure you that this President was Urgently focused on shooting the squirrels before the events of September 11th. And it can't be denied that this President is Urgent. Just look at the record, everything he does is Urgent. He bombed a stone-age country back into the stone-age. He took out a dictator who had more oil than Christ Had Passion. Then he declared victory 600 American bodies ago. I call that a sense of Urgency."
Back to the golf course.
"I'm lookin' at a double bogey here, Dad."
"Just shoot for the flag, son."
I woke up in a sweat.
The Poet's eye sees that the gap between Condoleeza Rice's teeth could be called the Credibility Gap.
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