Tuesday, February 11, 2003

Depression, and maybe a small revelation

Everywhere I look, I see little but gloom and doom.

Bush and the monsters who operate him are poisoning our nation’s standing in the world, poisoning our nation’s financial well-being, poisoning our nation’s political equilibrium, poisoning our nation’s water and earth and sky.  George Walker Bush is just as much the rigid and dangerous fundamentalist that Osama Bin-Laden is.  With the vast power of the United States military behind him, with the self-righteous surety that he is God’s instrument of all things good and pure, with his astonishingly simplistic black-and-white, all-or-nothing belief system, Dubya is far more dangerous to every human being on this planet than Saddam Hussein taken to the Kim Jong Il power.

With every passing day, with every incremental outrage perpetrated by these people who purport to be leading my country, I am convinced that George Walker Bush would use weapons of mass destruction to achieve his ends.  He would happily drop a nuke on Baghdad, some time between gleefully permitting states to drop millions of poor people from Medicaid and fixing up a few more six-figure tax breaks for his high-roller friends, then head off to a prayer meeting.

But now we got weapons
Of the chemical dust
If fire them we're forced to
Then fire them we must
One push of the button
And a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions
When God's on your side.

In a many dark hour
I've been thinkin' about this
That Jesus Christ
Was betrayed by a kiss
But I can't think for you
You'll have to decide
Whether Judas Iscariot
Had God on his side.

So now as I'm leavin'
I'm weary as Hell
The confusion I'm feelin'
Ain't no tongue can tell
The words fill my head
And fall to the floor
If God's on our side
He'll stop the next war.