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27 de Octubre, 2006
Dead Soul Walkin'
Categorized under Medios | Tags: Snowjob
MEN WHO MAKE THEIR LIVING—and yes, I definitely include Ari Fleischer, Tony Snow, Dick Cheney, and George W. Bush—out of telling lies, lies that they know are lies, are making a bad mistake. People who make it their business to hide the truth from people in their care are making a bad mistake. That's all I'll say. We don't need to bring in Hell or Morals or Right. Keep your paradigm, I'll keep mine. Any will work. Because in any language, in any room, in any land, people who make effort after continued and thought-out effort to deceive others in order to secure their participation or support—and in matters of mass murder and torture—are disgusting, conscienceless, slimy and fetid flecks of funk-foam that I feel absolutely no respect for, allegiance to or alliance with. These are creatures of the very worst sort, and to see a smile on a face that is suckling the oozing, gangrenous teat of duplicity, and reveling sadism all the while, is to feel a horrible conflict and revulsion move within my truest heart.
If you want to raise your pulse, watch this clip from Raw Story where Tony Snow tries to deny a pro-waterboarding remark Cheney made days ago, with a line of reasoning or argument that only a young child, a madman or an amnesiac could go for. It is not an appeal to intelligence to state that any thinking person knows Cheney was promoting torture. It is fact. And Snow is, over and over, reduced to smiling, chuckling and just getting pissy like a teenager might. "I'm just not going to!"
How these people being lied to and handled—these reporters—do have such self-control. I marvel at it. Their ability to dance with the mad hare. I feel I am from a different species from them, as well! I would not have lasted five minutes in this room. I would have been screaming...or shouting! Someone would have lost their temper and I would have seen to it. Because to sit and watch a wooden familiar* preening and smirking as he tickles the tip of a shank up his scabby satin sleeve makes me ill. In under ten mintues, I'd have his shirt in my hands. (Or maybe his pants. Because he's probably twice as tall as me, I don't actually know if I could reach his lapels.)
The two reporters at the end started working in collusion and really firing some logic at Snow, the smooth operator. They're like "Good Cop/Bad Cop" except they do "pissed off reporter" and "calm, logical reporter" and start battin' Snow around. I especially dug the redhaired/blonde ("pissed off" one) reporter-woman's temper. You can see she is angry, and not caring so much to hide it. Crikey. I don't see how people could not be furious at this idiot, trying to chuckle and smooth over the torture lump in his pocket. I would have called him a liar outright. Probably why I'm not workin a mainstream gig like reporting....(Although it seems the work ethic is changing, and hand grenade threats are in vogue.)
I would have liked to see the rest of the press conference, because Snow's smile started fleeing his frankensteinien visage. But the news station cut away.
*a spirit often embodied in an animal and held to attend and serve or guard a person
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