|From William Blake's Illustration of the Book of Job|
Recently I wrote this to a media person who dwells in the realm of radio:
As they say in the South, "This mornin' Ah heard tell" that your program airing today features people sharing stories about how they became Democrats or Republicans -- kinda' like how they grew into their dresses and slacks.
During the program, I hope there will be discussion of thinking processes outside the traditional DemRep Box, especially now that my friend's Great Grandfather's sentiment, "Not a dime's worth of difference," is echoing more powerfully than ever, especially now that we, ten years later, review both parties' complicity in launching our little adventure in Iraq.
When I mention that I am running for president as an independent, Folks are overjoyed to hear that there is another alternative. However, recognizing the MSM's inability to pronounce any other party name more complicated than "demm-crat" or "pub-lickin", and considering Those Two are both fiercely attached to the Creature -- deserving of both less pronounceable names, Leviathan & Behemoth  -- about which President Eisenhower warned us, initially intending to use the phrase "military, industrial, congressional complex" (Italics mine.) -- in light of that, as the deluge of propaganda continues, there's little likelihood that Folks will soon eagerly announce, "Ah heard tell there's another political party!"
The man who saved my life in Vietnam goes further, heartily believing that Those Two are minor subsidiaries of that Creature; indeed, preferring the Behemoth, he metaphorically, most vehemently relegates the Republicrats and Demicans to hind teat.
Note 1. Great site: < http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Behemoth >And so, Boys and Girls, "Where are we? How far from the Apocalypse; how near to Armageddon; how soon shall we be on the Road?"
|"Dad, tell me again what 'cannibal' means..."|