Peculiar Affliction
Peculiar darn affliction madness is. In particular, one could reference political madness. Political madness can turn even the most normal of humans into a psychopathic murdering monster. Astride our imperiled planet, the grandiose politician gets the slaughtering wind up and presto, death ala depleted uranium munitions. Or maybe it could be the old tried and tested bunker buster bomb or cluster bombs or laser guided missiles or a platoon of battle ready Marines. The modus operandi becomes only slightly irrelevant in a metrics comparative and means to an end. An early end to life. Ah that sweet breath of life. Would that the sweet breath of life could mean more than say, Iraqi Freedom. Farce is after all is said and spun, just another day at the Bush Slaughterhouse.
There is no better way to say political madness than an Israeli landmine planted in the virgin soil of southern Lebanon. Hmmm, wouldn’t that have to be construed as armed rape? Humanity seems cursed to never transcend the brutal confines of harsh butchery. Was it messianic madness to state, “love one another� and then offer a sacrifice of shredded humanity to a god of war? Madness is as politics in attack mode does. It is amazing how easily the human form comes apart in the face of mass military assault. Ergo, humanity is doomed as doomed can be.
I must say that if politics doesn’t kill us all, then the religions will. How is it that spiritual philosophy that should elevate all of humanity only serves to lower humanity to it’s most base level? I realize that at the root, religion is merely the interminable squabbles of siblings and after all, god always did like you best. Remember the mention of that sweet breath of life? That same breath of life that all humanity shares? Foolishly that sweet breath of life transforms into mere second hand smoke that rankles some and enrages others. This rankled side engages the enraged other side and proceeds to burn humans alive in a game of god prefers my brutality more than god endorses your capitulation to murder. However, the game is not yet over and we’ll see just how brutal a match can be had. Murder is as death proudly waves.
The madness, the slaughtering madness is here it’s there. Waiting in the wings way over there and more and then more and live at five and gosh, Wolf Blitzer wouldn’t have a job if humans weren’t murdering one another somewhere. But then neither would Rumsfeld or Cheney or Blair or Olmert. Shouldn’t Israeli apartheid be construed to be murder? Does NATO keep the peace in Afghanistan or just facilitate the harvest of opium and the transfer of heroin to Europe and all points west? Questions, so many troubling questions. Can humanity ever be humane? All debate up to this point is dragging and sadly all sides are losing. Score at the bottom of the eighth is arrogant politicians 6, humanity 0. Gosh, does Barry Bonds really deserve a place in the Hall of Fame? What was it? Steroids? What a tragic shame. Disgrace? Irrelevant? Yup, that’s the one. Bonds remains haplessly silent but then, George incurious Bush remains simply ignorant and silent. William Shakespeare couldn’t have penned a better socio-political tragedy and our incurious Commander in Carnage isn’t even a work of fiction. Bush is a piece of work alright, just not fictional. Therein lays the tragic and comprehensive injustice of it all. Madness I tells ya, madness pure and maddeningly simple. 700,000 innocent dead Iraqi men, women, and children. Shouldn’t that be defined as genocide? Would the United Nations have a metric for that? They probably should you know. However, the United Nations would have to debate the metrics and numbers and any resolution passed would automatically be vetoed in the Security Council by the United States and the United Kingdom would abstain. Do you ever wonder if Kofi Annan hates his job? I think Mr. Annan does hate his job. He’d have to. Mr. Annan seems worlds of humane. Diplomats are really our planet’s worst of a cannibalistic lot. Madness plain, simple, and darn peculiar.