You see the signs of domestic unrest everywhere. Lunatic fringe organizations from the far right, lobby for warm bodies of the unemployed to march on Crawford and shout across the highway at Camp Casey residents; biker clubs roar by, secret service vehicles speed dangerously past with guns pointing from the windows. Some several somebodies are pushing for an event.
Meanwhile, geriatric demagogue Pat Robertson pushes for the assassination of Hugo Chavez; Fox News commentators seethe with infectious bile and Bush, the bloodstained ‘boy emperor’, implies that the protestors hurt American soldiers in the field and dishonor their country. You can feel it in the air. You can cut it with a knife. Did somebody say, “Knife”? The air crackles with ozone. When those who are wrong and defiant are pushed they find ways to make their points the hard way.
Further up the country in Salt Lake City, a legal concert is attacked by storm troopers; people are beaten and injured, cameras are confiscated (all save one), security personnel hired to confiscate drugs are arrested for possession, permits are ripped from people’s hands and attack dogs are loosed. Nearby a tractor trailer with nearly 40 tons of explosives goes up and 19 people are injured and there is NO NEWS reportage. Except for certain, brave web sites no mention is made. You can’t find this news!!! But it happened. What the Hell is going on?
So I ask you, is Cindy Sheehan in danger? Think about the mindless gun nuts roaming the country and remember, we’re talking about Texas, land of two-legged Gila Monsters and rattlesnakes waiting for The Rapture. We’re talking about the state that has the ‘sumbitch needed killing’ law.
In strange counterpoint the unstable Mountain-biker in Chief lumbers by on the horizon- in sight of Camp Casey, oblivious to everything but keeping his unsound mind in a sound body. It’s something out of Fellini. It’s a real life movie that rivals “Freaks” in its deranged and enclosed sound-lot fantasy, cut off from the outside world, where the outside world cannot intrude; and no, Fellini did not make “Freaks”. In this inner world anything can happen as long as it is strange and unreal and pain intensive for the outer world.
Every time these Visigoths in mufti get in a bind they orchestrate a terror attack, ratchet up a terror threat, create a straw-man to bayonet or slander at will. They point outward at some dark and powerful enemy who exists only in their imagination and finally in yours as well. They ARE the enemy. We have seen too many times already that there is nothing they will not do to maintain their grip on power. No contracts, or charters or institutions are safe. No lie is too vile. No act is impermissible.
You may think they have too much to lose in not protecting Cindy but they don’t care about possible fallout. They can spin anything and… it might just scare the rest of the punks. Look what it did to the journalists and artists and any and everyone who has gone counter to the propaganda of the engines of darkness. Look at the blatant and disgusting demagoguery of Fox News and right wing radio. Look at the omnipresent blanket of Clear Channel Broadcasting. Look at the ubiquitous and suppressive editorial control of every major news organ, be it broadcast or print.
Even with an acknowledged two thirds of the country in disagreement with administration policies, the meaning and weight of opposition is nigh on invisible. Even Salt Lake City was filled with protestors; or… was it? The pressure upon the cabal is intense. And it isn’t just Cindy Sheehan; it’s the soon to surface indictments of the Plame affair, it’s the civil war in Iraq, it’s the gas prices and Euro conversion and man, you name it. I see a Bad Moon Rising.
So what will they do? They will do anything but… ‘What’ will they do?
Let’s face it, if we didn’t have a society based on endless, obscene consumption, this sort of insanity would never have happened in the first place. Your demand for bigger cars and more immediate gratifications of every possible appetite have made you a victim of your desires. Venezuela’s oil isn’t their oil, it’s OUR FUCKING OIL! We needs it precious. It’s our precious; hiss, hiss, slither, slither.
The collective ass of America spreads like mozzarella cheese over a couch with broken springs that threatens to crush the world. At the top of the garbage heap are the architects of the factories that pump out the candy coated, plastic companions of decadent excess. Mindless nabobs chatter on about freedom and democracy. My friend, the two of them left town a long time ago. You got no freedom and you got no choice. What you get is an ever diluted and more artificially flavored version of something that no longer remembers what it was based on.
Cindy Sheehan is a dangerous anomaly in an environment that hypocritically holds her up as an example of what we are all about while tearing apart her right to be what she is an example of. She has the right to remain silent and her son has the right to remain dead. So I ask, once again, is Cindy Sheehan safe?
I’m not an alarmist or a conspiracy theorist. I don’t have to be. Evidence of reason for alarm is everywhere and the conspiracy plots in plain sight. The degree of stupidity and denial that it takes not to see this is mind blowing.
Mark my words. ‘They’ are going to blow some shit up soon. The storm clouds of terrible event are like a mile high black anvil in the sky. First they turned us against the Islamic world and now they are going to turn us on each other. They aren’t concerned about how it looks; they shape the way it looks. They don’t care who gets hurt. They are on a mission from God. And this God looks an awful lot like Hannibal Lecter in the hockey mask. This God has Pat Robertson for a spokesman. This God is insane and it’s axiomatic that his followers are too. It’s the power of The Ring.
I sincerely hope I’m wrong about Cindy and the people at that camp. But when you factor in the cast and the plot development it doesn’t look good. Everything else is just as I have described it. So, if you were a theoretical mathematician; if you were Jeff Goldblum in Jurassic Park what would your calculations be?
There’s always the possibility that the hand of Heaven will intrude. There is always the possibility that the false God of the bloody usurpers will be trashed to the winds by divine fiat. However, it has been history’s evidence to us that we are meant to find our course by the terrible repercussions of having gone for too long in the wrong direction.
'God Bless You Cindy Sheehan' is track no. 1 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
Lyrics (pops up)