Saturday, May 17, 2008

An Ode of Joy to Feral Old Men

O George!

May I now sing a hymn of praise to a secretive and self-effacing demographic without which your eight years in office would not have been the smashing success that it is?

I am speaking of the gaggle of feral old men who surround you and who have both created and carried out the demented policies that have been the hallmark of your administration.

Understand, please, that the “old” in feral old men has nothing to do with age. The “old” is a mindset frozen in time. Some babies are feral old men the moment then are extruded from the birth canal.

The time in which they are frozen was the brief period between 1955 and 1965 when the American Century was really the American Century. It has been the mission of the feral old men to act as if the century was still the century.

Nor does the “old” refer to the wisdom that accrues with time. Rather it refers to the rapacity of little boys who aged without growing up.

The feral old men in your administration have mastered the art of flashing open their raincoats to display their flaccid erections to the world, their ears deaf to the angry laughter such a display evokes.

They have no qualms about destroying America just so they can maintain the illusion of a power and prestige that is no more.

They are perceptive enough to realize that the death of a little girl is a heinous crime if she is blond and blue eyed, but if dark of hair and eye, not so much. In other words, they know where to drop their bombs.

Their strength is their ability to remain oblivious to the historical reality that the moment when an empire seems to be invincible is the moment when the dry rot of decay has set in.

So deluded, they plot policies that contribute to this imperial decay by draining the imperial treasury.

One sage, while speaking of bin Laden was unwittingly describing your feral old men when he spoke of, “…glutting an already bloated Pentagon with even more money, ensuring that all those 'expeditionary forces' would sally forth to cause havoc and not find victory in two hopeless wars, enabling the establishment of a vast offshore prison network (and the torture techniques to go with it, and creating a whole new global 'security' industry to 'thwart terrorists' that was, by 2006, generating $60 billion a year in business and whose domestic wing was devoted to locking down America’’

It is a record to be proud of, and one that sends tears of joy streaming down my face. Your feral old men are America even as America is becoming a feral old man. It is a symbiotic relationship that will surely create an historical black hole down which we will all fall.

Your admirer,
Belacqua Jones

2 comments:

thepoetryman said...

I've never been too keen on getting a close up view of a black hole...

Thanks, George! Now close your raincoat, you dirty flaccid rat bastard!

Case Wagenvoord said...

The first rule of cruising the cosmos is to stay away from those black holes.