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from the Author.

December 16, 1998   
    

In order to form a more perfect union

I am angry.

I am a listener. And I've been listening and watching and reading. And now I must speak.

The United States House of Representatives is now poised to send an impeachment recommendation to the Senate; the first time this has happened in over 130 years. A gun is now pointed at the man who leads the most powerful nation on Earth. The weapon will be passed from a wild-eyed, vengeful coot to a more sober, self-important patrician who will, instead of pulling the trigger, pistol whip The President.

And the crowd mutters, "This is wrong. This is wrong." A few cry out and try to stop it. But all for naught.

What deeds, what crimes merit this Inquisition? Treason? Grand theft? Conspiracy? Tax fraud? Illegally channeling funds to the Contras?

He was embarrassed to admit that he had been having extra-marital sex.

Of the transgressions of the leaders of nations in the twentieth century we have the Kaiser who sent millions of European boys my Grandfather's age to their deaths in the ghastly trenches of the Great War, the Fuhrer who slaughtered Russians and Jews by the tens of millions, Stalin and Pol Pot who starved and tortured millions of their own fellow citizens.

Yes, we've had Presidents who have lined their own pockets, who were incompetent, who lied great big lies to the American public, who slept around, who had mistresses, who broke into political opponent's headquarters, who tripled our national debt, who funneled funds illegally to Contras.

And now after years of investigations and tens of millions of dollars (money of mine and yours), which brought us Travel-"gate" (oo, they put their friends in charge of White House travel!) and White Water (oo, they put some money into a real estate deal that flopped), Starr the Rabid One had nothing. But then a "friend" (coerced by He of the Foaming Mouth) betrayed Monica's confidence in her.

Subpoena the President. Get him to lie about sex. We have him.

But, Chris, he's the President. He lied under oath. What am I going to tell my kids?

Tell your kids that you helped point the biggest, baddest gun at the head of the free world because he was unfaithful to his wife. Tell them that the next time you make a mistake you expect to be hounded day in day out for 2 years and that you will be threatened with being fired from your job even if that mistake had nothing to do with your work. Tell them that the forgiveness they learned about in Sunday school doesn't count when it's really important. Tell them that the sneer on your face isn't hate, but disgust at having read every lurid detail of the Starr report.

If it actually mattered, Clinton's lie was not material to the case. The American people understand that. But the leaderless House doesn't. They want Bill. And they're not going to stop until they get him.

Ain't representative democracy a bitch?

What is justice? Most of us (that's the non-foaming 60% of the population) agree that a punishment that fits the transgression is as good a definition as you might fit in a sentence. Our problem here is that it is too late for justice. Bill, his family, and his administration have been harrassed in the press and bankrupted defending themselves in court. The citizens of this country have been robbed of a fortune in this witch hunt and a greater fortune in the opportunities lost in work on the nation's agenda.

A sentence of time served would be cruel and unusual punishment.

Who to blame? The shrill, the intolerant. Those who hate, not love the world because it is a mesmerizing quilt of grays. Spineless Congressman who hold their wetted fingers in their air and try to convince us of how thoughtful they are and what a tortuous decision they have to make and how important they are when in fact they were going to vote for impeachment all along. Bill for making these foolish mistakes that fed the hounds of his rabid enemies. The sideline citizens who opposed the views of the Extreme Right candidate in their district but who didn't bother to exercise their duty and vote.

Mr. President, there are a lot of us out here who still have respect for the office you hold. Hell, you know that a bunch of us didn't vote for you. Mr. Hyde wants you to get down on your knees and beg. Don't do it. This is all out of your hands now. The Iraq air strikes were going to happen anyway. They're going to vote next week and they're going to send an impeachment recommendation to the Senate. The Senate is going to pistol whip you. You're going to have to take it. Do so and walk away in silence and dignity.

Shame on us all that we have allowed it to come to this.

   

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previously on days of naze: 

stupid teaser
my affair with a greek woman 
brain baker
occupational hazard
i blame them
brilliant mistake
pleasure victim 
the stupid rules 
driven to distraction 
my corner of the planet 
spawn apologist 
broken 
clench 
interview with a madman 
an introduction 
 launch 

what have you done for me lately?
more stupider.

May you never be more active than  
when you are doing nothing.  

-Cato

in the feedbag: 
 
book: Americans at War by Stephen Ambrose, lately the chapters on Eisenhower and NATO, MacArthur and My Lai.

tv: Frontline - From Jesus to Christ; really bummed I missed The Practice on Sunday night.

web: Grace rocks and it's her birthday on Saturday.

     

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