Mad Dogs And Englishmen

in 1953 we were living in washington, d.c., and my father had just returned from one of his trips overseas ..... it was exciting to have dad back, but it was even more exciting because he brought a houseguest .... my father met alex josie while travelling through the orient ..... over the years my father would build up an extended network of people, a network that made him a formidable diplomat, a thoughtful and insightful analyst, and a man respected for his integrity wherever he went .....

that darned integrity ..... it always was an obstacle to his advancement in the united states foreign service .....

well ..... we took a day trip to harper's ferry .... located at the confluence of the potomac and shenandoah rivers in the states of west virginia, virginia, and maryland, it's where john brown made fatal miscalculations in his abolitionist fervor .... silly john; he thought that americans really wanted to free the slaves, and he thought he'd get some help from the slaves ......he was wrong, he was wounded, and he was hung .....

things haven't changed much, have they?

back then harper's ferry was a ghost town, not a tourist attraction ..... the town was abandoned, the buildings were crumbling, and we seemed to be the only people left in the whole, wide world .... it was a pretty neat place for an eight-year-old ..... alex, a brit, had just flown in from burma, and he thrilled us with stories of jungle fights and communist guerillas, of attacks on rubber plantations, of beating back beggars with his cane, and shooting his .45 at the pariah dogs that roamed the streets in savage packs ..... you've just got to shoot them, he said, as he nervously eyed an emaciated dog, shambling up the street .... you've just got to shoot them ..... that's the only way to deal with them ......

he was right then, he's right now, and nothing has changed .... listen to the english when they tell you how to treat mad dogs: shoot them, just shoot them ..... you have to shoot them; you can't pet them, they're not good with children, and they're not housebroken; they don't heel, they don't roll over, and they won't fetch you your slippers, your pipe, and the paper ...... they're not cute, they're not coy, they're not cuddly, and they need to be killed quickly like the mad beasts and bitches they are ......

i'm referring, of course, to ann coulter ..... i'm referring, of course, to the media whores and poseurs that encourage and tolerate her psychotic babble and insane ramblings .... i'm referring, of course, to all the republican apologists and pundits who excuse mass-murder and condone assassination, who gloss over pre-emptive unilateral invasions, and who disregard torture ......

i'll say this once and i won't say it again: don't dignify these mutant lizards by responding to their delusional rantings, their thought disorders, and their calculated provocations ..... they capitalize on outrage, manipulate media, and defocus attention from where it rightfully belongs ..... the "issue" isn't whether or not it's okay for an endless stream of vile shit to pour out of their mouths .... the issue is how the bush administration is institutionalizing war and corruption and duplicity and mass murder and theft ..... to "discuss" whatever it is these abominations have to say is to legitimatize the illegitimate, to give credence and substance to the shrill histrionic pipings of the psychotic, the sociopathic, the amoral, and the conscienceless, and to impute a semblance of humanity to cold-blooded creatures that were hatched from eggs and eat their young ...... it is bootless to say that they are ignorant, or that they are liars, or that they are hypocrites ..... those terms should apply to human beings, not to creatures who are wind-up sociopaths, who have no social guidelines, who never knew their fathers, and who were fucked in the ass by an endless stream of "uncles," pizza delivery boys, appliance repairmen, and stray, mangy dogs of indeterminate gender .....

speaking of barbarians, when did the united states of america have to prominently display pictures of its dead adversaries? when did we slip so far that we have to parade the dead through the media streets? why don't we just put their fucking heads on pikes on the white house lawn, and let republicans and other carrion scavengers eat their eyes?

or mount their fucking heads on the walls of the oval office?

oh .... i know ...... we'd run out of room ..... real fucking fast ......

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