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Of Thirty Foot Chickens And The Bush Family
2002-09-29 - 9:14 p.m.


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We'll start out light, which is new for me.

I always kiss before I fuck, or at least, I try to.  Sometimes you just gotta' throw down, or rather, throw her down.

Some girls might not like that, but so what?  Democrats don't like the impending war with Iraq, and I don't like the thought of thirty foot chickens.  We all have to deal with things.

Thirty foot chickens, indeed.

The thought occurred to me the other day as I turned on the tv to see VH1's sexiest artist countdown for the umpteenth time.  I always seem to come into the Lil' Kim segment, which has her ranked above fifty, which I don't understand.

And there is a part of her segment where they describe her attributes, while she is topless, in a top hat and cane, riding a giant chicken that rocks menacingly back and forth at her tug and pull.

It sways forward and back, and she is mouthing the words.  It looks like she is howling to me, and the image disturbs me.

Yeah, riding a cock, I got it. 

But the notion came to me that there are just some things I'd rather not see, not for puritan reasons, nor any real moralistic standpoint other than reality often seems so twisted taking drugs is a bad idea and really if you take a whiff of wherever you're at, you likely don't need them, except to cope.  Not psychadelics, anyway.

And if I were man about town, and walked into a building seeing the giant chicken and howling african-american girl riding it feverishly, I would likely go straight home in a daze and climb under the covers.  For the first time in years, I would pull those covers over my head, possibly not even getting up the next day. 

There just are some things I'd rather not see.

And a giant chicken is one of them.  Fuck the PETA people on that front.  I am all for animal rights, to a certain extent.  Animals think, feel pain, emote.  So I try to not disturb and treat them well.

But if you saw a thirty foot chicken on your street, staring at you with unwinking eyes, you're number is up, and millions of years of evolution will never change that.  You're number will always be up with the thirty foot chicken, and he will never ever think twice about it.  Gobble you up, perhaps breaking an arm or two in his toothless maw, and sending you down to the gullet to be ground up by boulders he swallowed and slowly digested by strong stomach acids.  Really, a horrible death.

[Which puts me in mind of a completely awful b-movie script  Attack of the Thirty Foot Chickens I could write but will spare the world.  Typical plot, mad scientist, millions of thirty foot chickens fan out across the land, take on the military and win, destroy civilization, eat people, the camera follows three or four separate groups of people in a trite plot device, they all converge, the family, the guy and girl from school who hated each other but watched their class get devoured, the foreigners.

And in a wonderful scene, already conceived, the guy and girl come to admit their budding feelings in a shallow cave, just as they are about to kiss, a loud CLUCK-CLUCK-CLUCK reverberates through the cave, and a giant chicken eye peers at the emotionlessly.

Anyway.]

But I can deal with the thought, as its largely fanciful, though disturbing to me, on the level with being beaten by clowns and having them gnaw at my ankles.  Especially those midget clowns.

However, the reality is that the corporate powers that be, the blue bloods, and the economic elite wanted Bush the Junior in power, and he is in power.

The reality is that by invading Iraq, Bush will invalidate many of the overt and covert oil deals that France and Russia have already made with the current regime to exploit Iraqi oil reserves, and will allow American corporations, which really run things anyway, to gain control of 10% more of the worlds oil reserves.

These are the same  Energy companies that helped write the current administration's energy policy, and probably had something to do with the overall fiscal decisions made this year.

He's paying them off, making hay out of the 9-11 terrorist act for political gain, and distracting voters in a key off year election, which traditionally the party in control of the White House loses seats anyway, and this year with the economy going into the tank, looks to be a doozy.

The irony of the situation, to me, anyway, is that the Bush family is more responsible for the state of the affairs of the world today than anyone really owns up to, except on PBS and other outlets that aren't influenced by corporate cronies.  Our Kings are showing their faces, and leaving their fingerprints all over the globe, and it sucks.  Its like watching a slow rape of a girl you love and being powerless to intervene.  They gloat and despise us all much more than you realize, to them, we're not even human.

Trust me on that one.  The Bushes have lived on so high a societal line, going down to Denny's would be like crawling through a sewer to them.   Filled with rats.

Bush the senior armed the Afghanis, trained them to kill Russians, and then abandoned them, even when as president he had full knowledge of the possibilities.  Then he tried to pry the oil out of Iraq, succeeding in only neutralizing their reserves in relation to the world market.  He is a dumb brute of a man with so much blood on his hands he doesn't even notice it, and not even his friends will point out the coagulated red trail that follows him everywhere.

They are a singular family with no vision and less intelligence.  Bush's pre-emptive strike doctrine is a fake ploy to determine an new era of imperialism.  In the past, it has never been a problem to find a reason to go to war.  Think of the Spanish-American War.  Think of the unanswered questions of the Lusitania.

But the unfortunate reality is we've largely become a plebicite democracy.  We do not effect change, and the government we created hundreds of years ago is a monstrosity.  A one eyed moster with poor depth perception.  A sham that doesn't really change in response to the people, but rather money.

The rest of the world hates Americans, thinking them aggressive, brash, smug, arrogant and bloodthirsty.

The sadness is Americans are mind-numbed by bread and circuses, as innocent as the Afghanis that tend to get killed in the middle of socioeconomic machinations, and the Iraqi's that will soon be killed in the middle of socioeconomic machinations. 

The sadness is that there is nothing they can do about it.

Worrying about war and the actions of this government is, in a way, on par with concerning oneself with the scourge of thirty foot chickens.

Both paths of thought are just about as productive.

The only thing the average american has going for him, is that we will be the last ones burned on the phyrric victory pyre of the capitalist establishment elite's mammonian dreams.

 


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