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Post by mtmynd » September 1st, 2004, 12:31 pm

Dear President Bush:

Upon viewing last nights GOP Convention (8/31/02), it became readily understandable why you would want the "No Child Left Behind" program to succeed - the proof was in the pudding when your two daughters spoke.

It has been said that children are reflections of their parents. After witnessing your two lovely daughters speaking behind the podium I readily agree with that assessment. They truly do reflect the lack of wisdom and maturity of their father.

I was fortunate enough to also watch the DNC Convention, where the children of Senator Kerry spoke, and I must admit the difference was startling. They (both his children and step-children) spoke articulately and smartly... again a reflection of their upbringing.

Thank you for allowing us to see your children come out and support you after finishing their college education. It was a revelation.



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Post by Zlatko Waterman » September 1st, 2004, 1:00 pm

Dear Cecil:

I promise, Doreen, that I won't get in the habit of posting articles--invectives or any other kinds, on your nice new forum.

But Garrison Keillor, one of the few surviving revivals of the "Radio Age", and a good ( and often funny) writer of satire, has a lively article out today.

His use of hyperbole and explosively accurate metaphor appeals to me.

So, LR and "mtmynd", here is Garrison Keillor's take on the Republicans and their convention ( I particularly like his title):

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Published on Friday, August 27, 2004 by In These Times

We’re Not in Lake Wobegon Anymore
How did the Party of Lincoln and Liberty transmogrify into the Party of Newt Gingrich’s Evil Spawn and their Etch-A-Sketch President, a Dull and Rigid Man, whose Philosophy is a Jumble of badly sutured Body Parts trying to Walk?

by Garrison Keillor

Something has gone seriously haywire with the Republican Party. Once, it was the party of pragmatic Main Street businessmen in steel-rimmed spectacles who decried profligacy and waste, were devoted to their communities and supported the sort of prosperity that raises all ships. They were good-hearted people who vanquished the gnarlier elements of their party, the paranoid Roosevelt-haters, the flat Earthers and Prohibitionists, the antipapist antiforeigner element. The genial Eisenhower was their man, a genuine American hero of D-Day, who made it OK for reasonable people to vote Republican. He brought the Korean

War to a stalemate, produced the Interstate Highway System, declined to rescue the French colonial army in Vietnam, and gave us a period of peace and prosperity, in which (oddly) American arts and letters flourished and higher education burgeoned—and there was a degree of plain decency in the country. Fifties Republicans were giants compared to today’s. Richard Nixon was the last Republican leader to feel a Christian obligation toward the poor.

In the years between Nixon and Newt Gingrich, the party migrated southward down the Twisting Trail of Rhetoric and sneered at the idea of public service and became the Scourge of Liberalism, the Great Crusade Against the Sixties, the Death Star of Government, a gang of pirates that diverted and fascinated the media by their sheer chutzpah, such as the misty-eyed flag-waving of Ronald Reagan who, while George McGovern flew bombers in World War II, took a pass and made training films in Long Beach. The Nixon moderate vanished like the passenger pigeon, purged by a legion of angry white men who rose to power on pure punk politics. “Bipartisanship is another term of date rape,” says Grover Norquist, the Sid Vicious of the GOP. “I don’t want to abolish government. I simply want to reduce it to the size where I can drag it into the bathroom and drown it in the bathtub.” The boy has Oedipal problems and government is his daddy.

The party of Lincoln and Liberty was transmogrified into the party of hairy-backed swamp developers and corporate shills, faith-based economists, fundamentalist bullies with Bibles, Christians of convenience, freelance racists, misanthropic frat boys, shrieking midgets of AM radio, tax cheats, nihilists in golf pants, brownshirts in pinstripes, sweatshop tycoons, hacks, fakirs, aggressive dorks, Lamborghini libertarians, people who believe Neil Armstrong’s moonwalk was filmed in Roswell, New Mexico, little honkers out to diminish the rest of us, Newt’s evil spawn and their Etch-A-Sketch president, a dull and rigid man suspicious of the free flow of information and of secular institutions, whose philosophy is a jumble of badly sutured body parts trying to walk. Republicans: The No.1 reason the rest of the world thinks we’re deaf, dumb and dangerous.

Rich ironies abound! Lies pop up like toadstools in the forest! Wild swine crowd round the public trough! Outrageous gerrymandering! Pocket lining on a massive scale! Paid lobbyists sit in committee rooms and write legislation to alleviate the suffering of billionaires! Hypocrisies shine like cat turds in the moonlight! O Mark Twain, where art thou at this hour? Arise and behold the Gilded Age reincarnated gaudier than ever, upholding great wealth as the sure sign of Divine Grace.

Here in 2004, George W. Bush is running for reelection on a platform of tragedy—the single greatest failure of national defense in our history, the attacks of 9/11 in which 19 men with box cutters put this nation into a tailspin, a failure the details of which the White House fought to keep secret even as it ran the country into hock up to the hubcaps, thanks to generous tax cuts for the well-fixed, hoping to lead us into a box canyon of debt that will render government impotent, even as we engage in a war against a small country that was undertaken for the president’s personal satisfaction but sold to the American public on the basis of brazen misinformation, a war whose purpose is to distract us from an enormous transfer of wealth taking place in this country, flowing upward, and the deception is working beautifully.

The concentration of wealth and power in the hands of the few is the death knell of democracy. No republic in the history of humanity has survived this. The election of 2004 will say something about what happens to ours. The omens are not good.

Our beloved land has been fogged with fear—fear, the greatest political strategy ever. An ominous silence, distant sirens, a drumbeat of whispered warnings and alarms to keep the public uneasy and silence the opposition. And in a time of vague fear, you can appoint bullet-brained judges, strip the bark off the Constitution, eviscerate federal regulatory agencies, bring public education to a standstill, stupefy the press, lavish gorgeous tax breaks on the rich.

There is a stink drifting through this election year. It isn’t the Florida recount or the Supreme Court decision. No, it’s 9/11 that we keep coming back to. It wasn’t the “end of innocence,” or a turning point in our history, or a cosmic occurrence, it was an event, a lapse of security. And patriotism shouldn’t prevent people from asking hard questions of the man who was purportedly in charge of national security at the time.

Whenever I think of those New Yorkers hurrying along Park Place or getting off the No.1 Broadway local, hustling toward their office on the 90th floor, the morning paper under their arms, I think of that non-reader George W. Bush and how he hopes to exploit those people with a little economic uptick, maybe the capture of Osama, cruise to victory in November and proceed to get some serious nation-changing done in his second term.

This year, as in the past, Republicans will portray us Democrats as embittered academics, desiccated Unitarians, whacked-out hippies and communards, people who talk to telephone poles, the party of the Deadheads. They will wave enormous flags and wow over and over the footage of firemen in the wreckage of the World Trade Center and bodies being carried out and they will lie about their economic policies with astonishing enthusiasm.

The Union is what needs defending this year. Government of Enron and by Halliburton and for the Southern Baptists is not the same as what Lincoln spoke of. This gang of Pithecanthropus Republicanii has humbugged us to death on terrorism and tax cuts for the comfy and school prayer and flag burning and claimed the right to know what books we read and to dump their sewage upstream from the town and clear-cut the forests and gut the IRS and mark up the constitution on behalf of intolerance and promote the corporate takeover of the public airwaves and to hell with anybody who opposes them.

This is a great country, and it wasn’t made so by angry people. We have a sacred duty to bequeath it to our grandchildren in better shape than however we found it. We have a long way to go and we’re not getting any younger.

Dante said that the hottest place in Hell is reserved for those who in time of crisis remain neutral, so I have spoken my piece, and thank you, dear reader. It’s a beautiful world, rain or shine, and there is more to life than winning.

© 2004 In These Times

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Post by Lightning Rod » September 1st, 2004, 1:29 pm


What a fabulous writer Keillor is. He's a better poet than Jim Morrison.

Thank you for posting this. I can hear his velvet voice.

I'm thinking of applying for the job of shining his shoes.
"These words don't make me a poet, these Eyes make me a poet."

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Post by hester_prynne » September 1st, 2004, 4:32 pm

I saw this very article on the Mool I read it there yesterday....very good read indeed.
It's good to see it here too.....
Thank you Zlatko, you da best!
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I dig it!

Post by hester_prynne » September 1st, 2004, 4:34 pm

Cec, I sure hope you sent the letter.
It's right on baby.

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Post by Doreen Peri » September 1st, 2004, 4:52 pm

I saw the article on the MOOL board yesterday, too, hest. Jim posted it. Great article!

I love Garrison Keillor. The weekend wouldn't be the weekend without Prairie Home Companion. I listen to it religiously.

Zlatko, why would you apologize for posting articles like this one and promise not to clutter the boards with them? That's what the boards are for!

Cecil- I saw the link you posted to the text from the Bush girls' speech at AC. Thanks for that. Sounded like a comedy routine to me. ha!

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Post by abcrystcats » September 1st, 2004, 9:52 pm

I saw a great campaign button the other day. It was in an antique shop so it is probably old news to everyone, but, it was a headshot of George W. with the caption: "Somewhere in Texas
A village is missing its idiot"

I almost fell headfirst into the glass case ... :lol:

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Post by Zlatko Waterman » September 2nd, 2004, 9:43 am


One of my favorites recently has come from The Freeway Blogger:

A giant sign ( on the freeway) that says:



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Post by Zlatko Waterman » September 2nd, 2004, 9:53 am

Here's a nice little patch I came across while reading Borges' non-fiction collection this morning ( there's one to put in your empty forum, Doreen).

It's from G.K. Chesterton and seemed to me to sum up the Republican Convention speeches rather well:

"Man knows that there are in the soul tints more bewildering, more numberless, and more nameless than the colors of an autumn forest . . .Yet he seriously believes that these things can, every one of them, in all their tones and semi-tones, in all their blends and unions, be accurately represented by an arbitrary system of grunts and squeals. He believes that an ordinary civilized stockbroker can really produce out of his own inside noises which denote all the mysteries of memory and all the agonies of desire."

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Post by sooZen » September 2nd, 2004, 10:50 am

Zlatko...I, like Doreen, made every effort to listen to the Garrison and his home brewed humor. The man is genius and always manages to evoke a smile if not a guffaw outta me. I too had read this on the MOOL site and it is brilliant. Thanks, we need to read it more than once.


and are so right buddy! Those twins were truly clueless and inane. I felt embarrased for them which I doubt they had enough sense to do for themselves.

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