A year or two ago, I bought a keychain countdown clock, which now reads not much time at all until 20 Jan 2009. As the day approaches, I find myself more and more aware of just how much I loathe Bush, Cheney, their works, their enablers, their philosophies; how much I’ve fought over the past eight years to retain a bit of optimism about the human condition, a bit of love for my country. It’s almost viscerally uncomfortable, without parallel in a lifetime including Johnson in Vietnam, Nixon, Kissinger, Reagan and too many others.
And not least is the sheer shallowness. They aren’t even a fit subject for a tragedy. They’re absurd, farcical, trivial in their evil. The only constant in their rule was the pursuit of unaccountable power as its own end.. The results they obtained should forever damn such a philosophy to the backwaters of discourse. It won’t, of course; the very nature of the damned human race will see to its cropping up again with monotonous regularity. But maybe, just maybe, there’ll be a change for the better, a little sunlight. It need not be perfect…
Happy 20 Jan, everybody
Be careful out there
I admire your optimism.
I am already hearing “FAIL” about the “CHANGE” regime, though.
Sarah: it seems af if we’ve been hearing about the failed Obama administration since he first spoke at the 2004 convention.
He’ll certainly fail to usherin the Millennium, Utopia, the Workers’ Paradise. But will things get better, just a wee bit? I think so.