When I say "Lizards," referring generally to members of the government and of the military-industrial complex of the United States and its NATO allies,
I am thinking specifically, of course, and primarily, as a most visible representative thereof, of Donald Rumsfeld--the Donald Rumsfeld being asked, point blank, by Louis C.K. if he is a "flesh-eating lizard from outer space." Noting that, while being openly confronted, Rumsfeld can neither acknowledge nor deny that he is, in fact, a flesh-eating lizard from outer space, nor in any way deal with the suggestion that he likes particularly to eat tiny, toothsome, Mexican children.
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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