11.03.2004

Enough.

And there went out another horse that was red: and power was given to him that sat thereon to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one another: and there was given unto him a great sword.

My dear government...my country...I love you.

It is you, the great Eagle, who became both my mother and my father in youth. Indeed, that crest was a sterling shield which never failed to fail me. Do not think you raised me well, because you were - at best - a neglectful parent. And yet like any child I cannot escape that family connection, like unto blood. By writ of law and by truth of history, I am a child of this system, the offspring of this government and this country, the whole of which is my backyard. I have tread this land crosswise and back again, only to start again. And so I have seen your variety and your passion, your beauty and yes, even your ugliness. Even now I watch a divorce in the making that makes me want to break down in tears.

I know you. This is why I love you. And I say to you now, you have placed us all in grave danger. It appears that nothing can stop the self-inflicted wounding that is to come. And it will leave scars. Deep ones that ache in the cold winters of our age.

We will survive, but I have seen the hollow, cracked faces of "survivors." Not the victory stories of Those Who Have Overcome, but those surviving in the shadows of our gutters and our filth, for whom survival simply is. They survive though their better identity is gone, shattered until nothing but pathetic wretchedness is left behind. I have known them, I have seen them, and I have mourned the passing of what they could have been...even as no one mourned their last breath. This is the survival we have begun to face.

Not the heroic tales of some glorious recovery.

I have no more hope of turning you to a better path. Instead, I am going to help you watch and know what is being done to you. Know the mind that rules you. Because, you see, I have changed my mind about abandoning this blog. I have had a much better idea. Apart from my experience as an American in America, the most potent tool I have is the one no one would stop me from using. I do not fear any reprise, because there is no law that binds me in this matter. Few would believe it anyways. But that doesn't matter, because I have never relied on the belief of others to know what I know and do what I do. In this astrology thing, belief is irrelevant.

George W. Bush may very well become the next President. But even as he begins to ascend that throne, I will be pasting his psyche here for anyone who is interested in seeing it. Those who wish to learn how it is done can watch: this President is your case study, not unlike a frog in a biology class, picked apart in excruciating detail. Those who think this is a joke...well, they can feel free to laugh at the punchline that never comes. They always have.

3 Comments:

Blogger VW said...

1. Eloquent is not a strong enough word to express what I read. I was moved by your thoughts on our country.

2. YAAAAAAAAAAA. I am jubilant that you will continue to be out in the blog-o-sphere. And I am even more excited that you will be putting out a case study for me to learn from.

3. Thank you.

12:39 PM  
Blogger LisaPal said...

Ughhh! I've wanted to comment all day and have been having so many problems getting into blogger! At last I am here.

First, I want to tell that your comment to Eric on my election day post was the only thing that managed to infuse something that felt like life back into the empty self that awoke to this strange day. I felt the power of your words and the energy moved through me and they brought to me exactly the kind of resolve I needed to be reminded of. I can't thank you enough for that.

And in this post, you have multiplied that power. I am so moved. I can't really describe the feeling beyond that, but again, I thank you for it. Truly.

And my final expression of gratitude is in response to the news that you will remain with us, not as a silent observer but as one more shaft of light focused on what might otherwise remain hidden. I look forward to the lessons and what they reveal.

6:10 AM  
Blogger Lasciate said...

I am honored by your appreciation (and I mean that to you both with equal sincerety).

6:26 AM  

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