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January 16, 2002

 

Ashcroft wants you to hate his guts.Move over, Osama -- here's the Bush Administration's latest poster boy for the War On Terror™. Poor John Walker Lindh. There's just nothing worse than being a confused, misguided Marin County rich kid caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. Even worse to be captured fighting alongside the The Enemy by an administration frantically wagging the dog to make its populace forget about recession, rising unemployment and EnronGate. Our AG John Ashcroft (R-Bigot/NeoNazi) barely contained his glee at a press conference announcing Walker Lindh's upcoming trial for treason. Ashcroft wants every red-blooded Amurrican to hate this guy's guts. After all, there's nothing more distracting than rising anger. (Notice that the Bush Admin never mentions the 14 year old kid who crashed a Cessna into a Florida highrise, leaving behind a suicide note stating that 9/11/01 was a good thing. Guess it's because the kid was a member of the local Young Republicans club. Heh.)

Well, somehow I just can't muster a single bit of rage at this sad and pitiful human being. Certainly, I don't condone what he did nor do I sympathize with him. But I don't hate him. Should he be punished? Of course. But my idea of punishment is far less Draconian than Ashcroft's: why not just revoke his U.S. citizenship and shove him into permanent exile? But no, Ashcroft and his ilk want a public tar 'n feathering for y'all to watch. You probably won't be able to watch the trial of suspected terrorist Zacarias Moussaoui. Why not? Read this and you'll understand.

So, if you feel an all-consuming, boiling rage toward this John Walker Lindh idiot, that's truly sad. You see, that's just how Nazi Germany began. Think about it.

 

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Looks kind like a W, huh?I do soooo love watching Republicans drown in a brew of their own making. In a word: EnronGate. Yeah, Repubs everywhere are complaining about 'scandal-happy' Washington. Funny, they weren't lamenting that a few years ago when we had a Democrat in the White House. Finally, faster than a president can choke on a pretzel, we're getting actual news on this. The Repub's (hopeful) spin: It's not like Whitewater.

And that's the best they can offer? Oh, yeah, it's not like Whitewater -- it's worse! Not only did the Bushies give Enron entré to the White House and thus f**k with energy policy (especially in California), but there are thousands of Enron employees who won't be getting their 401k money, nor pensions. Can you imagine being only a few years (or less) away from retirement, thinking you've got a nice little nest-egg courtesy of Enron, then you find out -- suddenly -- that the company is going belly-up. No nest-egg, no pension. Poof! It's all gone. And the company could've warned you. But the CEO and the other upper eschalons knew, they still have their millions. The Bushies knew. Oh yes they did. How would you feel if it happened to you?

And Dubya says he's met with Enron CEO Kenneth Lay only a few times...? Well, according to several interviews waaaay back, Kenny admits to having a long relationship with the Bush family -- especially George W. As far back as 1978. Care to admit that in a formal deposition, Smirky? You do know what perjury means, I hope?

Anyways. I don't need to summarize all the details of this fine mess. The more I read about it, the more pissed I become. No wonder the Bushies are furiously wagging the dog with Johnny Taliban. In fact, just as the Enron story was beginning to billow, we 'learned' that Osama may have left Afghanistan by sea. Hmmm, I guess it's gonna take us until election 2004 before we catch up with him. Heh.

 

 

 

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