Facing Reality
I think I found the last four Bush supporters, and a guy willing to give Cheney the benefit of the doubt, down at the Eagles club, right here in Hamilton Montana! They were down at the end of the bar, and pretty shitfaced, high fiving each other over the governmental stalemate having been broken. They were going off about purple fingers and the good news that never gets reported but they were getting lots of evil stares. The Cheney guy kept saying that quail are super fast flyers, and they tend to stay low and anyway it was just a fucking lawyer he shot anyway.
I can't even imagine the dreadful descent, and Ive seen some rough shit ( did I ever mention the day I rolled down a mountain on a rubber tired skidder and came home from the hospital to find my wife was leaving me?) but Bush/ Cheney/Wolfowitz/Rumsfeld/Perle were so poised to enter the history books as the Great American Leaders Who Brought Order and Stability to the Planet and now the gal at Starbucks spits in their coffee before handing it to them with a smile. Its one thing to accept the fact that the Emperor has no clothes but to realize he has been naked for six years and you didn't notice? Maybe Im just being a "nattering nabob of negativity"( What Spiro Agnew called me in 1970, just before he got busted for tax evasion) but all these guys worked their way up through the ranks, patiently, waiting for the moment when they were in charge of the galaxy and what do they do in their moment of Godliness? Pee their pants in front of billions.
Tommorro is May Day, My Day, I did it My Way. I will speak to the gathered ones on campus about the socialist revolution, about our great tradition, about how change is gonna come, someday. Id better finish my drink and go to bed.


