The Bleat is some excellent daily wirting… er, writing… see? that’s why I’ll never be famous. I need an editor.
He only wirtes.. writes a single article a day, but each one makes an impact. His family, his daily living, his family values. He even makes music with sound mixers and Star Trek clips.
Today’s article is fabulous – he ends with:
Right now I have a browser window open to Fark, and a T-shirt ad shows Bushâ€™s face with the logo â€œAmerican Psycho.â€ What else do you need to know? As Teddy Kennedy said in his convention speech: â€œThe only thing we have to fear is four more years of George Bush.â€ Itâ€™s really quite simple, isnâ€™t it? We live in a manufactured climate of fear ginned up by war-crazed neocon overlords. There is no threat. The only thing we have to fear is Bush, who sits as we speak in the Oval Office sucking the marrow from Whoopiâ€™s shin-bones.
If so, I wonder why anyone agreed to the stringent security policies that characterize this yearâ€™s conventions. Why the bomb-sniffing dogs? Why the snipers? Why the metal detectors, the invasive inspection of bags? Is it all an elaborate defense against Bush crashing the party and setting off a bomb belt, shouting God is Great, yâ€™all!
No, theyâ€™re fearful of something else.
Damned if I know what, though. Damned if I know.