So go fuck yourself.
The president said in his State of the Union Address that the Iraqi people want peace. So, he’s sending 21,500 more armed killers into the capital city. Wish he could understand that the American people want peace. Let’s buy a deal to get out without further bloodshed. A truce between the Sunnis and the Shi’a for as long as it takes us to get the hell out of the way. When things settle down, we’ll come back and build you some stuff, but not until security is no longer an issue. Iraq no longer poses a threat of weapons of mass destruction, nor of dictatorial armed agression against its own people and those of nearby countries. Saddam has been deposed, tried and hanged. There’s a parliament. It’s over for us and we want out until we’re wanted. We’re no longer anyone’s definition of an occupying force, we are now a departing force. It’ll take us a couple of months to pick up our shit and leave, but we’re leaving no matter what. The Iraqi people are not without their own considerable resources, both natural and human, and they will figure this crisis out without further American intervention. If the Iraqi people want peace, they will find a way to live with each other. There is great compassion for the Iraqi people in the world and among their neighbors and I’m sure there will be all the help they need when they call on their regional and global partners. Sunni, Shi’a and Kurd will all find a way to be Iraqis along their own paths. They have already accomplished much and will become again a nation of pride in their ancient history and bright future. Last one out, turn out the lights. Goodnight.
And, while I’m at it, what’s with the criticism of religion in Madrassas and the demand to have prayer in American schools? I suppose it’s a matter of a foolish consistency being the hobgoblin of … well, maybe not.
The love of money is the root of all evil. Why have we taught our children to aspire to be rich? As you know, I’ve been thinking about wisdom a bit lately. Ya think there’s much money in wisdom? Maybe there is as long as your name is M. Scott Peck. For everyone else, not so much.
Have I mentioned that my quest for wisdom does not include a quest to understand women and relationships? Yeah. I decided to be lawyerly and not ask questions I don’t want to know the answer. I prefer the mystery. Viva l’difference! I don’t believe we are meant to understand one another. Please understand that I in no way mean this as a slam at women. There’s no punchline. I don’t blame women for the fact that I don’t understand them or relationships. It’s a personal problem. I just think it’s better for me to focus on something I might actually succeed at doing and leave things I don’t do well for others who may be very good at undersanding women and relationships. Some of those people may be of either gender. I don’t know about that, one way or another. I just know that it doesn’t seem to be my cup of tea. I’ve tried my best. Given it a good run. Maybe someday there will be a woman in my life with whom I have a relationship that is good. She won’t care that I don’t understand her or the relationship. She will just be glad that I’m who I am and the relationship is what it is and she will know how to accomplish progress despite the burden of my shortcomings. I won’t know about it. I’ll still be clueless and kvetching. But I’m not going to bother my pretty little head about it. There’s always Tara. And, frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn. Met a woman tonight who said she’d never seen Casablanca. Texan, not that being from Texas is connected.
Well, I’m going to a demonstration to get my fair share of abuse tomorrow. A split second of tomorrow’s peace rally was in a dream the other night. I was dressed in my black fedora and black overcoat with black gloves holding a white sign that said: Adelai in ’56, little line drawing of a shoe with a hole in the bottom. It was very funny at the time. John X and I think Gore should run and could win. Erase that whole 2000 debacle and start where we should have been 8 years before. Anyway, noon to 1 p.m. on the South Plaza of the State Capital Building just south of 23rd at N. Lincoln. Robin Meyer speaking, be there or be square.
It seems to me the industrial capitalism policies, the imperialism practiced in the Bush Administration are the last gasp of the 20th Century and that when we address global warming, stop the pointless debate about abortion (and gays and guns and God and evolution), get on with stem cell research, get on with education, space flight (construction and exploration), universal health care, etc., we get on to the 21st Century, shaping our positive futures. Dick Cheney, go fuck yourself and the horse’s ass you rode in on.