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Monday, July 12, 2004

Nazi Is As Nazi Does   Yes, George W Bush, I’m talking to you. Listen to these gentle Austrian whispers from the Alps. Doh! - a deer! - get it? Now, it’s become pretty obvious how much you and your boys dislike being compared to Hitler and I can understand that. You and your daddy used that comparison once or twice on Saddam Hussein and blew up a whole bunch of shit in Iraq. You own that line. It’s yours. For anyone else to use it, well, it would be like Henny Youngman putting down his violin, jerking his necktie, and saying “No Respect.” You own the trademark on the Nazi finger and you have a legitimate claim on all future royalties. It’s your invention; you’ve earned certain rights.   Just by being a member of a very special family.   But still, I don’t see any right wing anguish over some non-Republican comparing you to, say, a Presbyterian. Yet there still is some controversy over Presbyterians! People have even written books about it!  Nothing as complex as a George Will column, of course, where the Erudite One might thoughtfully examine the area stretching between his navel and his anus - perhaps in a cross-cultural state of Zen/Cheney auto-Mesmerization - and wonder if the brilliant Orioles manager Earl Weaver might have scored a game-winning run if he ordered the squeeze play in this situation, if you catch my drift.   No.   No one has ever accused you of being a Presbyterian. They have never accused you of being a martini-sipping Episcopalian. They don’t even call you a Baptist!   But still you seem PROUD to present yourself as a generic Christian – in other words, no distinct moral values that anyone can pin you down to – such as “Thou shalt not kill.” And that brings us, rather gracelessly, to the “Queer Card.” Why are you guys (not many gals there, other than the mysterious Cheshire-cat Condi) suddenly making such a big deal about Kerry and Edwards hugging each other – at the same time you are wedging the electorate with promises to Constitutionally outlaw gay marriages! Even an unimaginative mind can see images of pink ribbons in that ploy.   And this shit about calling off elections just because you’re too incompetent to prevent yet a SECOND devastating terrorist attack. Nobody has ever called off an election in this country and we’ve been through far worse shit. Maybe you haven’t, but you’ve been – uh, shall we delicately say, “protected?” Don’t you know this threat is an open invitation to the McVeigh/anthrax-mailing wing of your constituency to do some arguably “towel head” nastiness just to keep you in command? It invokes the burning of the Reichstag and, trust me, that's not an image that produces images of long-term success.   So the gist of all this is, if you dislike being compared to a fucking Nazi, QUIT ACTING LIKE A FUCKING NAZI!!! Duh!!! Quit rounding up ragtag “detainees,” smearing them with shit, and forcing them to bugger each other. Quit making up lies about threats, mercilessly bombing the fuck out of innocent civilians, stealing elections, and flushing our country down the toilet to make a fast buck for your corrupt buddies like Kenny Lay. Then maybe people will quit calling you a fucking Nazi. I can’t make any promises about the people who might still call you a fucking Presbyterian – but if that starts happening, call me, maybe I can help you out again. The Episcopalian thing, that’s between you and George Will. May God be with you.   Your friend, and willing future running mate,   Arnie 8:19:38 PM    comment []

What’s In My CD Player?   Billy Bob Thornton (“tribute to Frank Zappa”) The Edge Of The World   (from the liner notes – in caps, the names of the tracks)     My brother, my Best Friend, met a waitress. I don’t think he loved anyone before. Now He did. EMILY   Things start to change along the way with people. We’re only human. We all lie for some reason, or reasons. EVERYBODY LIES   She left him in the middle of the night in Houston. No explanation. He decided to go to Philadelphia in the middle of the night to find her. He drove straight through, found her address. ISLAND AVENUE   Then he thought “I thought you were my friend. Do you really want me to be the desperate one? Is that what makes you happy?” THE DESPERATE ONE   He didn’t hear a word they were saying. He had to go somewhere else. EVERYBODY’S TALKING   Then my brother did go somewhere else. He shouldn’t have. He had so much to give this place. But he chose happiness and escape by movies. He moved to San Francisco. And his heart gave up. My brother died. A mistake, I think. FAST HEARTS   Then I started looking. BABY CAN I HOLD YOU   I found it. God, it was painful. I know what Jimmy meant. Ambition and Love don’t mix very well. Just my opinion. THE EDGE OF THE WORLD   You set it up for us God. We want to believe. Where are you? We need you to surface now and again. We’re pulling for you. GOD     I lived in the streets. I thought about my brother. I thought about her. I thought what we all do. Why was I broken from the start? It’s lonely out there. PIECES OF A MAN   These fucking voices. Let me have just one day. I want to read a book without thinking about the rest of it. Peace for just a while. Years, maybe. PIECES OF A MAN PART II   One day you hear music. And you feel unfiltered joy. THE EDGE OF THE WORLD (REPRISE)   Then you remember psychedelics and freedom. Maybe the pain, but also the freedom. Then you ask god in a funny way. And you salute Frank Zappa. DO GOD WOP   It was dark, it was frightening, but aren’t the children the only thing anyway? Don’t pass your pain on to them. Shine whatever light you have left on them. It will save them and you. SAVIOR   I’m tired. I’m tired of living like the 19 year old I’ve always been. Grow the fuck up. Walk out in the sunlight. Love him, love her, love them, don’t be a punk. We’re all the same. We’re just trying to get by. MIDNIGHT TRAIN   Just a wish. For the perfect love. TO THE END OF TIME   Some hidden track huh? Since I told you it was here, this is an apology to the girl I blamed everything on. She loved me. I wish I had known. THE EDGE OF THE WORLD (PART II) – “HIDDEN TRACK”   This album is dedicated to Jimmy Bob Thornton. It should have been me. BBT 2003 6:27:39 PM    comment []