RoverPundit

A truly worthy screed.

I didn't get this up night before last, when I wanted to, but that doesn't change the fact that it rocks. A full throated rant is a beautiful thing.

The minutes passed, and, at 7pm, my friend and I took beers in hand and moved to the front bar, interested in seeing what message of hope and solidarity our President might issue. Mind you, we're both no huge fans of George Bush, Jr. - but he is our President - and we are at war - and that demands a certain amount of attention - if not from respect, then out of a need to know what our country is doing. And there - high above the bar - was one lone screen showing the President - delivering his speech to the nation, and the world.

And there was no sound.

And there was no closed-captioning.

It was the Executive branch equivalent of a mime, as if George was trapped in that plastic contraption, trying to convey a message to the people of America, but - unable or unwilling to bear witness, they laughed and gossiped with beer in hand as if 3,000 of their countrymen just happened to vanish, rather than being killed by terrorists. How very ... lacking. Pointless. Sad.

Read it all.

Posted by Dork at September 13, 2002 10:22 AM | TrackBack