So I just skimmed through the Boo Man thread Dubya Live Blogging. Which begins with Boo Man’s observation “He really does look like a monkey” and continues from there through currently about 85 comments. All negative, and all richly deserved.
But we are missing the point.
We are WAY off.
One of the very FIRST comments, from mlk19569, states “I’m watching with the sound off. His voice is like nails on chalkboard for me.”
Good start. Wrong reason, to some degree…read below for more on that…but a fine, fine start.
Later on, Teacher Toni says “I didn’t watch. If he can’t live in reality, then I refuse the reality that he is the presnit.”
BINGO!!!
Best comment on the whole thread.
Read on for why.
Toni, you have just chosen to stage a wildcat NEWSTRIKE!!!. To some degree, so did mlk19569, who watched with the sound off. (Check THAT one out some time, by the way. For ANY politician or suspected liar. Any bad actor as well. TV as truth machine. You can see the resultant tics and mechanical jerks that are necessary for them to present an honest face as they cobble together all of the detours and evasions necessary to lie. See it plainly, without the distraction of the actual sound of their words. And who needs to hear what they are saying, anyway? Never anything new there. Never. Same old shit, always and forever. “The most important thing in life is sincerity. If you can fake that, you’ve got it made.” Hollywood movie producer Sam Goldwyn. Yup. Semi-President Butch. Living proof. Hell, you don’t even have to be GOOD at it.)
From Without a Doubt, a NY Times article by Ron Suskind published October 17, 2004 referring to a meeting he had with a “senior adviser” to Bush. Most likely Rove or one of his helpers, because the meeting was about the misadministration’s displeasure over an Esquire article he had written about Karen Hughes, Bush’s speechwriter. The meeting took place in the summer of 2002. Well after 9/11 but well before the invasion of Iraq.
So…
If they are creating new realities…living fictions, movies that draw real blood and kill real people…then as with any OTHER movie out there, if we do not attend, the movie fails.
No box office.
Headline:
“King Con, the Movie. Tanks In The ‘Burbs!!!” (NY Times…the Variety of politics. Wish it would happen.)
So anyway…GOOD on ya, Toni.
Turn the motherfuckers off.
He is a Virtual President anyway. Turn off the little box in which he lives, and…POOF!!!
He gone gone GONE!!!
Check it out.
Tell your friends.
NEWSTRIKE!!!
It’s the only answer.
Later…
AG
Like the teacher said:
“Pay that clown no mind. He’s just doing it for attention.”
Remember?
Yup.
Tips and recs and comments and stuff, por favor
Gracias amigos
AG
heh. this might be good advice if everyone took it as their categorical imperative, but if I did it it would be a lot harder to comment on current affairs.
Why?
I mean…really, Boo Man.
Did you have to watch the speech to know what that robot was going to say?
Please.
Do you really have to go to that disaster movie or tune into the news to find out that “the good guys” ALWAYS WIN?
And that it’s total bullshit?
What is there really to comment ABOUT in that speech?
Read off of a teleprompter by a man who cannot put three words together without tripping over his own speech impediment.
His pharmacologically controlled and damaged, never-to-be-repaired brain.
Read by a man who was not even ELECTED TO OFFICE by this fine democracy in which we live.
Turn him off, Boo Man, and go about your business.
He is a figment of our collective imagination, and without our attention he would disappear like the virtual reality he really is.
“Call me anything, but call me often” said the whore character played by Mae West.
“Print anything you want about me, but spell my name right” and “All publicity is good publicity.”
These are all societal memes that have more truth in them than all the blah blah blogging about how “bad” this man is that has been done since we let the forces that run him stage a bloodless coup d’état in 2000.
Turn the motherfucker OFF and see what happens.
No attention…no power.
Try it.
You’ll like it.
He is just a will o’ the wisp.
All smoke and ,mirrors.
All hat and no cattle.
You can blow him away with the twist of a dial.
Give it a try.
You’ll be better off personally as well.
Internally.
The mere presence of his image in your living room is enough to curse your house for days.
Bet on it.
Turn off the TV and get a shaman in there as quickly as possible.
Virtual feng shui is in order here.
A spiritual high colonic is the order of the day, and we should stop eating bad things while we are at it.
Really, Boo Man.
Comment on WHAT???
Turn him the fuck OFF.
AG
you’re cracking me up today.
You have a point. But we also need some citizens to be vigilant and watch every word they say.
Watch every word they say!!!???
WHY???
Hell, Boo Man…they ain’t sayin’ SHIT.
Every one of us could write a fictional transcript of that speech that would be right down the middle.
Why even listen?
It’s empty bullshit. They are going to do just what they are going to do, and lie through their teeth about it until we turn them off and leave them up there lying to an empty auditorium. And only THEN will they become powerless.
They used to say “What would happen if they gave a war and nobody came?”
Remember?
When there actually WAS an antiwar movement. A MASS antiwar movement.
Well…what would happen if they gave a speech and nobody listened?
Silence…
if you pay no attention to the magician’s stage patter, you will more easily be able to see him pull the shock and awe weapon out of his pants and blow away the rabbit that we expect him to pull out of his hat.
“Made THAT rabbit disappear. Real good!!!”
And the audience goes “WOW!!! How did he DO that!!!???”
Shut him down.
Cut the word lines and you will hear their voices.
Their REAL voices.
The voices of vampiric, parasitic killers.
Massive consumers of human energy.
The Ducks of Death.
Not “Presidents” or “Vice Presidents” or “Statesmen”.
Shape shifting monsters wearing tuxedos and bow ties as they go to the formal coming out parties for OTHER monsters.
Who never DO come out.
How’s THAT for cracking you up, Boo Man?
Every time you pay any attention to them as if they were real human beings, THEY are cracking you up.
Cracking you up and then cracking you OPEN to suck the succulent meat right out of your impotent, rubber band media-encircled claws.
How’s about THEM apples, Boo ol’ boy?
Wake up.
The con is on.
Turn it off.
Off, off, OFF!!!
There really is no other choice.
AG
that “turn him off” has really turned you on!
Turn ’em off.
Tune ’em out.
And turn on.
Let the lovelight flow.
This lovely holiday season.
Next month…Frogmarch Tuesday.
BET on it.
Let us pray.
AG
Some days, it’s good to be in the cube at work!
Turning off Bush as “virtual feng shui” improvement.
I loooove that one!
I’ll think of it every time I don’t watch his sorry ass performances.
I’ve seen better speechfyin’ in a fifth-grade production of Hamlet. Not that I saw this one, but if you’ve seen one, you’ve seen all you need to know.
“Oh…he’s just blowing off steam.”
WRONG!!!
I am as serious as death here.
William Burroughs said much the same things 40 years ago, and hardly anyone paid HIM any attention either.
Look where THAT got us.
So it goes.
Evolution is slow.
But a nuke dead center stops it completely.
Evolve or die.
Laugh these bad actors off of the stage.
Call for the hook.
Or suffer the line and sinker.
You’ve been warned.
AG