Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Shout and Drawl

Here I was this morning ready to dash off something humorous and witty that would've hopefully given all of you something to chuckle about. As I was sipping my quadruple venti latte (hey, I only ordered a triple but the barista had an extra shot made and asked if I wanted it. I said sure, hold the cup and give me a syringe to go) perusing my email and morning news a headline caught my eye and warranted further investigation. You may have seen this already this morning.

Carter gets into shouting match in Sudan

Carter? In a shouting match? The guy who "lusted in his heart". I don't think he raised his voice the whole time he was president. I'm not sure he even spoke sternly to the Iranians during the hostage crisis. I don't think he yelled at his brother Billy for being drunk and getting his picture taken wizzing on the side of a building. I read the article. Then I started to get pissed off. So much for humorous.

I'm not pissed at Carter. I never thought much of him as president but at least the guy's over there trying to do something. And good for him for yelling. Somebody needs to yell. People need to scream their effing heads off.

What's got me torqued is that Baghdad gets the full force of the United States military might. His terrible swift sword. Shock and Awe! The people in Darfur who are begging for help get a cranky 83 year old ex-president yelling at a security officer named Omar.

We were looking for non-existent weapons of mass destruction. Well I don't think they need to be chemical, biological, or radiological to qualify. A shitload of thugs with guns seems to be pretty damn effective. Looking for terrorists? I think the people and particularly the girls and women in Darfur are pretty fucking terrified.

I don't think we need to be jumping in all over the place but the U.S. is great at talkin' the talk about what we stand for. Every now and then a situation develops where it's right and proper to back that talk up with action. Action that's consistent with the talk. If Darfur, where people are being exterminated and brutalized and are begging for help, isn't one of those situations, then I don't know what the hell is.

When I think of the resources being wasted. They're looking at $190 BILLION for the war in the new budget. B-I-L-L-I-O-N. The things that money could be used for here. And in places that are asking for our help.

President Carter, keep on yelling sir. For Chrissake somebody needs to.

Maybe it was the caffeine.

4 comments:

Preposterous Ponderings said...

Can you hear me yelling?

Bruce, a work in progress said...

I hear ya baby. Godwhacker had a video posted yesterday, a montage of images and sounds. It had a snippet of Peter Finch's great speech as Howard Beale in Network. Get up off out of your chair, go to the window, stick your head out and yell, I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore!

Tequila Mockingbird said...

a syringe of venti latte? i walk around with an IV of that stuff.

Bruce, a work in progress said...

TM, an IV just puts it in slowly and continuously. I needed it pushed.