Scattered Droplets of Inspiration.

Dear George,

My mind is scattered, splashed across the inside of my skull like the droplets from a stream of projectile vomit. I am unfocused and unsure, confused and in the dark, a blind man shoplifting goodies from the nearest Nordstrom’s.

It is in moments like these that your image is strongest in my heart.

Shored up by your iconic smirk, I issue forth…

They who whine that cuts in our defense budget would cost jobs don’t flinch at the thought of General Motors firing 47,000 workers. Of course there is a difference: GM is a component of the real economy while our defense budget in pure pork. GM’s downfall is that it doesn’t employ enough congressmen.

Private enterprise my close every retail store and manufacturing plant in a congressional district, but the district’s congressman remains unruffled as long as his district has at least one contract to produce a single component for a single weapon system that is not only useless, but will fail to perform as it’s supposed to do.

It matters not that we don’t have the money to support the Pentagon. All that matters is that directly, or indirectly, defense contractors employ every congressman.

On a slightly different note, I was glad to see Obama dismiss talk of nationalizing the banks as “blog talk”. Blogs must be marginalized because they are the voice of the people and the medium through which grievances are articulated. The Mainstream Media is helpful in this when they criticize blogs for their lack of “professionalism”. Professionalism is little more than a synonym for dehumanization, which is why it is such an important component of policy making. The role of the professional is to sanitize the gore left in empire’s wake.

Yes, George, from the rubble that was Europe at the end of World War II, Great Britain handed us the flag of World Empire. And now, sixty-four years later, Maggie’s drawers wave across the face of the globe, telling us that we’ve missed the target.

Your admirer,
Belacqua Jones