I love the anti-Dubya humor. There's a wonderful collection of monkey-boy photoshops based on his photo op that are floating around blog space. But sadly they aren't enough.

Back in the early seventies, in times that were arguably more dangerous, I didn't get nearly as worked up as I do know during attempts to stay in touch with current events. The difference is that back then we had an effective loyal opposition. Now I must assuage my horror with snippets of Byrd, humorous Dubya bashing, and the Daily Show.

I sent one of these monkey-boy photos (the Commander Bunny Pants version) to a friend who lives in a rather conservative city in WA state. He didn't get it. After several attempts, using both logic and satire, I may have broken through the hard outer shell, but still couldn't elicit a scrap of outrage at the obvious waste of money for this obviously staged event. I despair that the hinterland is being assimilated into the humorless Republican collective.

The death of satire predicted by some after 9/11 comes not from horror but from a collective mind-set that rejects unauthorized thoughts.
- mark 5-10-2003 7:55 am





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