by RIP RENSE
OF VEGAS AND CRETINS
(July 20, 2004)
Las Vegas is the swirling whirlpool in
the toilet of capitalism. It is the detritus under the rotting fingernails of a
greed-deranged society. It is the crust in the infection that killed American conscience.
Ronstadt should wear being kicked out of there
like a damn badge.
Why the hell she would want to play Vegas in
the first place is beyond me. That town stinks of everything that is vile and despicable
in human beings, and that's some long list.
Sing it with me: "You're no good, you're
no good, you're no good, baby, you're no good."
It's actually reached a point in this country
where you can't speak freely, if you oppose current government policy. Oh, you
can, but you'll be targeted by corporations or government. Look at that little coffee
klatch for peace in Fresno, showcased in the Michael Moore film. Just nice overweight
Middle American folk having milk-and-cookies once a week and planning which streetcorner
they will stand on, holding inconsequential signs promoting human cooperation. Bunch of
Quixotes, that's all.
Attacked by federal government coyotes. Chewed
liberally around the ankles, so to speak.
And that weightlifter who casually denounced
Bush to his buddies. The knock on the door from the FBI let him know who has the muscle
The Dixie Chicks and Whoopie Goldberg
paid the corporate price for daring to criticize Bush's policies, and now little innocuous
Linda Rondstadt, age 58, had the gall to tell her audience that she liked Michael Moore's
Gasp! (Well, o' course, she once sang opera, so
she's one o' them pretentious inteelektual types.)
The result? Booed, heckled, then barred from
her suite---barred from her suite!---and dismissed from her gig by Aladdin Hotel
president Bill Timmins.
Bill's a Brit, but he grasps the American ethos
well: bucks uber alles! Heil, Dollar! Keep Ronstadt and stand on principle?
That's for chumps, wimps, or better, let me borrow The Sperminator's recent term used to
denounce the state legislature: girlie-men!
Hey, I liked Moore's movie. I loved
Moore's movie. I think Moore is a brave patriot, and the movie is absolutely
true, start to finish. I loved the stunt of asking congressmen why they don't send their
own kids to Iraq. So come and get me! Shut down my website! Show what champions of free
speech you are!
You airhead buffoons. Go gorge your fat faces
on another couple of free Vegas buffets. Shovel down that hot dog and bean casserole, and
those giant crab legs, and blow methane out your guts as you stroll smiling past fake
pyramids and Eiffel Towers and volcanoes, you juvenile xenophobes. Enjoy your gluttony and
cool stuff---it's the American Dream!
You blundering fascists, stomping your $150
made-in-Sri-Lanka-sweatshop sneakers all over your own rights. Talk about tripping over
yourselves. You think you're such patriots, supporting the absolute dismantling of every
notion the country was built upon.
Ah, but of course, you're all shaking
in your boots over "the terrorists." Yes, they're comin' to git ya!
They're in the closet! They're under your bed! Get out that duct tape! Get in the SUV
with your assault rifles and flee---here they come! Nuke them sand-niggers!
Worrying about terrorism is like worrying about
earthquakes. There is no "war on terrorism," except in the imaginations of the
corporate fascists who have stolen the U.S. government. 9/11 was a crime, not a war. It
should be investigated as a crime. Al-Qaeda is not a country, you pinheads, it's a
criminal organization. You take it apart with cooperative international
police/intelligence effort---and yes, even military strikes when possible.
Of course, this will be dismissed as a
"rant" by a nobody "blogger," and that's about right, come to
think of it. But rant I will, until the feds "seize the commons of cyberspace,"
which is, by the way, one of the stated goals of the Project
for a New American Century, which is only the primer for all Bush administration
policy. Or make that Cheney administration, as he is one of the signators of the PNAC.
But. . .but. . .we're the badass UsofA!
We're superior to those animals running around the Middle East (as my dental
hygienist put it.) We deserve to kick some towelhead ass after what they did to
Oh, you wonder why am I being my
less-than-reasonable self? Polite discourse is dead. Try to courteously reason with a
right-winger, and see what happens. If you're real, real lucky, you get "let's not go
there." More likely, you get an O'Reilly "shut up," or a Dick Cheney
"go f--- yourself." That's what the country is now. (And hell, you even get this
stuff from the left wing nowadays.)
There is no hope for communication. There is no
thinking. Thinking, what little there was of it, has been replaced by Fox News.
Hey, I've tried to reason with
hard-core right wingers of the ilk who threw their overpriced cocktails at
Ronstadt, and I have found them invariably, profoundly, frighteningly, stunningly
ignorant. Often with a heavy dose of stupidity and quasi-religious sanctimony thrown into
the mix. It seems to come with the political affiliation: complete lack of understanding
of reality. Total lack of knowledge and perspective. Total predisposition to believe only
what a favorite website instructs, or the latest government rah-rah
we're-the-good-guys fairy tale. No room for argument. Hell, argue with them, and
you're an America-hating liberal commie bastard. This is no
exaggeration---I've had people call me that. And I never once voted for Bill Clinton!
Consider: as a friend incredulously pointed
out, Moore's movie is just a documentary. That's all. It's a documentary with a
point of view, just like millions of other documentaries, of course, but because it
expresses opposition to Bush administration policies, it is considered outright sedition
by the right-wing. I'm not exaggerating. I got a letter from a guy recently who used that
very word. Sedition!
Right after he pronounced Moore a "pustule
on a syphilitic (male sex organ slang here.)" Such is the poetry of "The
Heartland." And of course, he hadn't even seen the movie.
But hey, why bother to think,
when O'Reilly and Limbaugh do it for you, eh? Sit back, have some Pringles, swig a beer,
rave at the goddam liberals.
After all, the "bad guys," as the
Bush administration so comic-bookishly terms terrorists---playing to the childlike
public----they got us, didn't they? This is war! No time for namby-pamby. . .thinking!
As O' Reilly said, support our troops or shut up! People who support the troops but not
the invasion of the Middle East? Traitors! They're comin' to git us with nooks and
Funny thing. With all the nukes and chemicals
allegedly in the hands of terrorists, all Osama could do was hijack a few planes. Hmm. .
.Well, not to worry, America! Bush has galvanized much of the world against Uncle Sam, and
the terrorists are trying really, really hard to get very nasty bombs, now! So this will
become a self-fulfilling prophecy. Nasty bombs will probably be set off somewhere,
someday, and the administration will complete the job of destroying democracy. Oh, they'll
call it "code red," which means you stay home
"for your own safety," but it'll be martial law, trust me.
Oh, woe is us. Woe is us. The country
is gone. Split forever. United States in name only. Too bad it isn't more
geographically convenient, as it was during the Civil War. Now the North is in the big
cities, mostly on the coasts, and the South is in "the heartland," as it is so
ironically termed. Secession won't be easy, but I hope we start with Texas!
It's over, folks. Corporate fascists have taken
over the government, pumped the people with the nursery-school-simple propaganda in the
guise of gawdandcountree, and launched a permanent invasion of the Middle East
for the United Corporations of America under the PR cover of liberating a people (after
having supported the dictator who tortured them for decades, including selling him the
chemical weapons that he he allegedly used on the Kurds.)
So you'd better like it. It's going to be this
way for a long, long time. And if you don't like it, by golly, don't tell anybody!
Especially if you're famous.You'll never play Vegas again.
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