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  Open Letters to George W. Bush
Letters to the president from his ardent admirer Belacqua Jones
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Saturday, November 17, 2007

Dear George,

 

Hand in hand with your bitch-slut language, you are redefining freedom with words that dribble from you lips like droplets of piss from an old man’s pecker.  You are scaling the heights of sophistry as you take language places where it never wanted to go in the first place.

 

You are a true postmodern linguist who believes that the words that are the constituent units of language bear no relationship meaning.  Every word is a free-floating atom whose meaning is determined by whatever use you want to make of it. Meaning, instead of being fixed, becomes relative and dependent on the arbitrary context in which the word is used. 

 

That is the secret behind the Orwellian use of language you have mastered so brilliantly.  Every word is the beneficiary of a definition transplant, and rarely does the word reject its transplanted meaning.  Words have slipped the bonds of definition and language is all the better for it. 

 

Your speech on Nov. 15 to the Federalist Society was pure poetry.  Not a single word you uttered had the dead albatross of traditional meaning weighing it down.

 

When you sang the praises of our constitutional separation of powers as our bulwark against tyranny, you carried the separation doctrine to a new level. Yes, George, you do believe in the separation of powers by which you mean the building of ten-foot thick wall around the executive branch topped with razor wire into which none can peer and into which none can enter.  This separation protects us against the tyranny of the mob.

 

You are so constitutional you ooze parchment.

 

However, compared to you other accomplishment with language, the Nov. 15th speech was a cakewalk. 

 

No word has gone through more mutant shifts, twists and turns than “terrorism”.  Every time you utter the word, you strike another blow against democratic tyranny.  In your skillful hands the word is slowly expanding to include any attempt by any indigenous people to free themselves from the benevolent hand of their White masters or any country that refuses to dance to our tune (only the weak ones, of course). 

 

It gets better.  With the word, you have built a large, inclusive tent that embraces not only terrorists, but also Muslims and illegal immigrants of a brownish hue.  All brownskins are suspect, which makes them fair game.  If a brow skin is not already a terrorist, he soon will be given the way we are fucking over them.  You have taught us that the primary tactic in your Global War on Terrorism is the preemptive strike.  So go ahead and lock them all up.

 

The cherry on the body pile is the liberation of a force that has made American what she is today.  You have given racism a respectability it lost during the oppressive civil rights movement.  Polite society has embraced the racist and the country is all the safer for it.    

 

BBC writer and producer Adam Curtis pointed out the need for a postmodern language in political discourse when he said, “In an age when all the grand ideas have lost their credibility, fear of a phantom enemy is all the politicians have left to maintain their power.”

 

To which I say, Amen.

 

Your admirer,

Belacqua Jones

 

 

 

 

 


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