Shed His Light on Thee
I find watching the Republican Convention an astonishing experience.
What am I seeing? Where am I? Who are these people? What planet are we on? Have I awoken yet? Is this a school day?
Laura Bush, with total conviction and a straight face, tells us that her husband, the worst president in history, has kept "our land safe."
Aside from Al Qaeda and the Taliban and the lunatics who run Iran and North Korea has there been anyone more dangerous in the world these past eight years than George Bush?
Bush appears by satellite grinning and smirking as usual and talking drivel.
Then, Fred Thompson, that completely bogus, false one-note actor (disdain and smirk) gets up and waves the hot button flags - honor, decency, strength, country - while images of warriors flash behind him.
Then, that self-serving ambitious turncoat, Joe "I'll stump for anyone who gives me a big job" Lieberman, piles on the heroics.
Through it all, old and ugly and stupid people cheer and cry and wave the banner.
I tell you honestly, I completely don't get it.
You don't have to accuse me of not getting it.
I confess. I don't get it.
I can only watch these scary little people for moments at a time. I always think I'm watching a satire or a zombie movie or something.
So some of you don't buy into the Obama mythology.
Fair enough.
But this is the vision you share for the future?
Simplistic, old, tired shallow patriotism, sabre-rattling and so-called "family values?"
The idea of John McCain -with or without Little Miss Baked Alaska - running the show gives me the total willies.
I know many lovely Americans.
I have have met so many of these bombastic simpletons as well.
So right, so conviced of their rightfulness, their superiority, their claim to God's special graces.
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