By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist
Friday, April 30, 2004


--------------------------------------------------------------------------------



Thank you for your time, Mr. President.


Just a few questions, purely for clarification, so the American people
might understand you better. I know you're busy, packing for another
vacation or something. This won't take but a few minutes. Here, have a
soda. Let's begin:

1) Mr. President, if a train leaves San Francisco at 10 am carrying
1,000 happily gay happily married couples and travels at 85 mph for
three hours, while at the very same moment a train departs Crawford,
Texas, loaded with 2,000 vaguely miserable Christian fundamentalists
and nail-wearing fanatics of "The Passion of the Christ" and travels
in exactly the opposite direction at 65 mph for the same amount of
time, at what point will almost every single fundamentalist secretly
wish s/he could be the towel boy for the hot-tub parties on the other
train?

2) Dubya, as you're apparently comfortable with the fact that more
than 700 young U.S. soldiers have died in Iraq (over 125 this month
alone!) and thousands more have been wounded and hundreds more will
doubtlessly die in the coming months, not to mention the countless
thousands of innocent Iraqi/Afghan civilians who've been killed, all
as a result of your aggro-American policy to rid the world of all
those who would stand in the way of your oily corporate stratagems,
does this mean you are able to laugh in the face of death and mock the
vagaries of time and fate?

Are you able, in other words, to transcend the physical body and the
ego and attain a superhuman spiritual mastery of the earthly form? Are
you a god? Or just a petty and small-minded warmonger controlled by
thin-lipped master puppeteers? Did I just answer my own question?

3) You are called by God. You believe you are the chosen one. The Lord
Himself has happily green-lighted your decisions to bomb the living
crap out of pip-squeak and nearly defenseless nations for decreasingly
justifiable reasons. You are born-again, re-sobered, a former hardcore
binge drinker and rumored huge fan of various illegal substances back
in college, and you had at least one DUI arrest and went AWOL from the
National Guard, and you've stashed away from public view all records
of both your tenure as Texas governor, and those SEC investigations
into your alleged insider trading. You are a failed oilman and a
failed businessman and have been spoon-fed your entire career.

So then: Do you sleep peacefully at night, or do your dreams involve
small armies of angry sharp-toothed fairies, tearing you limb from
limb and sucking the pith from your withered soul while they casually
erase your entire portfolio as you scream, silently, unable to move
due to all the leeches? Don't bother answering. Your expression says
it all.


4) Nearly 1 million radiant women marched and sang and chanted in
front of your very own office in Washington, D.C., just recently,
angrily protesting your ongoing antichoice efforts to hack away at
women's reproductive rights. This was so important to you that you
were, meanwhile, up to your cute monkey ears in pink bubbles in your
favorite bathtub at Camp David, taking yourself yet another completely
undeserved mini retreat and shrugging off the protest as you further
locked in your ranking as the most-vacationed president in U.S.
history.

Now, then: Would you, or would you not, allow your famed party-girl
daughter Jenna to take RU-486 were she to "make a mistake" with one of
the Young Republicans at an all-night beer-bong bash at Sigma Alpha
Delta?

5) You have a secret, Dubya. Deep down, you really don't know the
difference between Fallujah and a fajita. Shiites and Baathists? Sound
vaguely familiar to your twangy Texas ear, reminding you of what you
holler when you stub your toe and fall into the mud at the ranch:
"Shee-yite! Now I need another bubble baath." That joke always cracks
you up.

This gul-dang Iraq mess has turned far more complicated and nasty and
primal than Uncle Dick ever warned you it might. Don't you wish you
were back at Yale, hammered on rum and Cokes and dreamin' 'bout
baseball and playin' Go Fish with Dad? Can you point to North Korea on
a map? How about Vietnam? Never mind.

6) A recent NASA satellite survey of the Arctic has revealed that the
temperature increase there over the past 20 years is a whopping eight
times higher than the total rise recorded over the past century. That
is to say, Shrub, that global warming is more obvious and deadly than
ever and there are reams of published studies proving that it's no
longer a looming threat, but, rather, a present and lethal event
happening right now, and the only quasi-scientist who denies the whole
thing is your own White House lackey.

So, then, as you were gleefully easing all the laws regulating the
nation's biggest industrial polluters and accepting cigars and gobs of
campaign cash from those crony CEOs, which of their punch lines did
you like best? "Don't spend it all in one place"? "Don't let it burn a
hole in yer pocket"? or "Now go buy yerself sumthin' purty"?

7) Hindus practice nonviolence. Buddhists practice egolessness and
nonbeing. True Christians practice deep love and acceptance. Sufi
masters practice enlightenment through whirling mystical
transcendence. Pagans practice veneration for the earth and the divine
feminine.

Whereas many born-again Christians, well, you tend to practice the
belief that all other beliefs are damned and sinful and deserving of
much scorn and derision and possible military shelling. Do you know
what God really thinks of you, Dubya? Let me help you with this one:
She doesn't, much.

8) Your résumé of accomplishments is the most embarrassing and
humiliating of any president in U.S. history. Examples: You know full
well you gouged the hell out of the elderly over Medicare. You cut
benefits for war veterans at the very same time you were busy waging a
whole new war. Under your watch, 3 million Americans lost their jobs,
you bankrupted the Treasury, the deficit skyrocketed, the U.N. became
irrelevant and you set the record for government-spending increases.
Oh, and your environmental record is the worst of any president in
American history.

So, a philosophical question: Which best describes your approach? Is
it willful ignorance, like the Creationists? The Buddhist notion of
(bad) karma? Descarte's mistrust of the flawed human senses? Or the
Sartre concept of the petty bourgeoisie (that's you, Shrub), who wake
up at 50 just in time to watch themselves die? All of the above?

9) The Distillers or Yeah Yeah Yeahs? Sammy Hagar or David Lee Roth?
Rostropovich or Fournier? Dylan: acoustic or electric? Hangar One or
Grey Goose? Astroglide or Liquid Silk? Small of back or nape of neck?
Tattoos or nipple rings? Why is Shania Twain famous? When will Fiona
return to blow away Norah and Avril and Michelle?

Why, Dubya, are you so obviously, painfully detached from modern
culture and society? Why are you such an intellectual and spiritual
alien, unreachable by the countless millions who find nourishment in
art and music and sex and creative juice? All answers count as one.

10) Astronomers have recently discovered that not only is the universe
expanding at a mind-boggling rate, but this expansion is actually
accelerating, propelled by an astounding and mysterious force called
dark energy that pushes the boundaries of our universe outward faster
and faster and baffles the world's greatest minds and throws into
question our most basic understanding of gravity and space/time and
the galaxy and our place in it.

I don't really have a question here. Just wanted to point out your
ultimate, staggering smallness, relatively speaking.


11) Some believe the mind and body are merely rote machines, Dubya,
ugly dumb congestions of cells and carbon and water and electric
impulses whose only real purpose is raw animal survival and desperate
procreation until death and decay and nothingness.

Others believe the human animal is a potent divine vehicle, that this
flesh is merely how our ageless, formless spirit experiences density,
and that we are here, in short, to learn mandatory messy earthbound
information and then merge what we learn with the Great Mystery.

This is the last question, Shrub, and perhaps the most important of
all: What will your contribution be? With what sort of divine openness
and creative energy are you choosing to pass through this world? What
will you lay at the feet of the divine besides a small mountain of
dead bodies and an oil-rich stock portfolio?

It is amazing the way the LibBorg of Basskisser, Jim, Harry and jps can't
have a thought for themselves without cut and pasting an article they find
on the internet. They must think they the rest of us can not find the news
on the web.


"basskisser" wrote in message
om...
By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist
Friday, April 30, 2004


--------------------------------------------------------------------------
------



Thank you for your time, Mr. President.


Just a few questions, purely for clarification, so the American people
might understand you better. I know you're busy, packing for another
vacation or something. This won't take but a few minutes. Here, have a
soda. Let's begin:

1) Mr. President, if a train leaves San Francisco at 10 am carrying
1,000 happily gay happily married couples and travels at 85 mph for
three hours, while at the very same moment a train departs Crawford,
Texas, loaded with 2,000 vaguely miserable Christian fundamentalists
and nail-wearing fanatics of "The Passion of the Christ" and travels
in exactly the opposite direction at 65 mph for the same amount of
time, at what point will almost every single fundamentalist secretly
wish s/he could be the towel boy for the hot-tub parties on the other
train?

2) Dubya, as you're apparently comfortable with the fact that more
than 700 young U.S. soldiers have died in Iraq (over 125 this month
alone!) and thousands more have been wounded and hundreds more will
doubtlessly die in the coming months, not to mention the countless
thousands of innocent Iraqi/Afghan civilians who've been killed, all
as a result of your aggro-American policy to rid the world of all
those who would stand in the way of your oily corporate stratagems,
does this mean you are able to laugh in the face of death and mock the
vagaries of time and fate?

Are you able, in other words, to transcend the physical body and the
ego and attain a superhuman spiritual mastery of the earthly form? Are
you a god? Or just a petty and small-minded warmonger controlled by
thin-lipped master puppeteers? Did I just answer my own question?

3) You are called by God. You believe you are the chosen one. The Lord
Himself has happily green-lighted your decisions to bomb the living
crap out of pip-squeak and nearly defenseless nations for decreasingly
justifiable reasons. You are born-again, re-sobered, a former hardcore
binge drinker and rumored huge fan of various illegal substances back
in college, and you had at least one DUI arrest and went AWOL from the
National Guard, and you've stashed away from public view all records
of both your tenure as Texas governor, and those SEC investigations
into your alleged insider trading. You are a failed oilman and a
failed businessman and have been spoon-fed your entire career.

So then: Do you sleep peacefully at night, or do your dreams involve
small armies of angry sharp-toothed fairies, tearing you limb from
limb and sucking the pith from your withered soul while they casually
erase your entire portfolio as you scream, silently, unable to move
due to all the leeches? Don't bother answering. Your expression says
it all.


4) Nearly 1 million radiant women marched and sang and chanted in
front of your very own office in Washington, D.C., just recently,
angrily protesting your ongoing antichoice efforts to hack away at
women's reproductive rights. This was so important to you that you
were, meanwhile, up to your cute monkey ears in pink bubbles in your
favorite bathtub at Camp David, taking yourself yet another completely
undeserved mini retreat and shrugging off the protest as you further
locked in your ranking as the most-vacationed president in U.S.
history.

Now, then: Would you, or would you not, allow your famed party-girl
daughter Jenna to take RU-486 were she to "make a mistake" with one of
the Young Republicans at an all-night beer-bong bash at Sigma Alpha
Delta?

5) You have a secret, Dubya. Deep down, you really don't know the
difference between Fallujah and a fajita. Shiites and Baathists? Sound
vaguely familiar to your twangy Texas ear, reminding you of what you
holler when you stub your toe and fall into the mud at the ranch:
"Shee-yite! Now I need another bubble baath." That joke always cracks
you up.

This gul-dang Iraq mess has turned far more complicated and nasty and
primal than Uncle Dick ever warned you it might. Don't you wish you
were back at Yale, hammered on rum and Cokes and dreamin' 'bout
baseball and playin' Go Fish with Dad? Can you point to North Korea on
a map? How about Vietnam? Never mind.

6) A recent NASA satellite survey of the Arctic has revealed that the
temperature increase there over the past 20 years is a whopping eight
times higher than the total rise recorded over the past century. That
is to say, Shrub, that global warming is more obvious and deadly than
ever and there are reams of published studies proving that it's no
longer a looming threat, but, rather, a present and lethal event
happening right now, and the only quasi-scientist who denies the whole
thing is your own White House lackey.

So, then, as you were gleefully easing all the laws regulating the
nation's biggest industrial polluters and accepting cigars and gobs of
campaign cash from those crony CEOs, which of their punch lines did
you like best? "Don't spend it all in one place"? "Don't let it burn a
hole in yer pocket"? or "Now go buy yerself sumthin' purty"?

7) Hindus practice nonviolence. Buddhists practice egolessness and
nonbeing. True Christians practice deep love and acceptance. Sufi
masters practice enlightenment through whirling mystical
transcendence. Pagans practice veneration for the earth and the divine
feminine.

Whereas many born-again Christians, well, you tend to practice the
belief that all other beliefs are damned and sinful and deserving of
much scorn and derision and possible military shelling. Do you know
what God really thinks of you, Dubya? Let me help you with this one:
She doesn't, much.

8) Your résumé of accomplishments is the most embarrassing and
humiliating of any president in U.S. history. Examples: You know full
well you gouged the hell out of the elderly over Medicare. You cut
benefits for war veterans at the very same time you were busy waging a
whole new war. Under your watch, 3 million Americans lost their jobs,
you bankrupted the Treasury, the deficit skyrocketed, the U.N. became
irrelevant and you set the record for government-spending increases.
Oh, and your environmental record is the worst of any president in
American history.

So, a philosophical question: Which best describes your approach? Is
it willful ignorance, like the Creationists? The Buddhist notion of
(bad) karma? Descarte's mistrust of the flawed human senses? Or the
Sartre concept of the petty bourgeoisie (that's you, Shrub), who wake
up at 50 just in time to watch themselves die? All of the above?

9) The Distillers or Yeah Yeah Yeahs? Sammy Hagar or David Lee Roth?
Rostropovich or Fournier? Dylan: acoustic or electric? Hangar One or
Grey Goose? Astroglide or Liquid Silk? Small of back or nape of neck?
Tattoos or nipple rings? Why is Shania Twain famous? When will Fiona
return to blow away Norah and Avril and Michelle?

Why, Dubya, are you so obviously, painfully detached from modern
culture and society? Why are you such an intellectual and spiritual
alien, unreachable by the countless millions who find nourishment in
art and music and sex and creative juice? All answers count as one.

10) Astronomers have recently discovered that not only is the universe
expanding at a mind-boggling rate, but this expansion is actually
accelerating, propelled by an astounding and mysterious force called
dark energy that pushes the boundaries of our universe outward faster
and faster and baffles the world's greatest minds and throws into
question our most basic understanding of gravity and space/time and
the galaxy and our place in it.

I don't really have a question here. Just wanted to point out your
ultimate, staggering smallness, relatively speaking.


11) Some believe the mind and body are merely rote machines, Dubya,
ugly dumb congestions of cells and carbon and water and electric
impulses whose only real purpose is raw animal survival and desperate
procreation until death and decay and nothingness.

Others believe the human animal is a potent divine vehicle, that this
flesh is merely how our ageless, formless spirit experiences density,
and that we are here, in short, to learn mandatory messy earthbound
information and then merge what we learn with the Great Mystery.

This is the last question, Shrub, and perhaps the most important of
all: What will your contribution be? With what sort of divine openness
and creative energy are you choosing to pass through this world? What
will you lay at the feet of the divine besides a small mountain of
dead bodies and an oil-rich stock portfolio?

"John Smith" wrote in message
news:20ykc.5649$ts3.295173@attbi_s02...
It is amazing the way the LibBorg of Basskisser, Jim, Harry and jps can't
have a thought for themselves without cut and pasting an article they find
on the internet. They must think they the rest of us can not find the
news
on the web.

What is even more amazing is that they have to go to the likes of mark
morford as a source for their cut and pastes.



"basskisser" wrote in message
om...
By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist
Friday, April 30, 2004



--------------------------------------------------------------------------
------



Thank you for your time, Mr. President.


Just a few questions, purely for clarification, so the American people
might understand you better. I know you're busy, packing for another
vacation or something. This won't take but a few minutes. Here, have a
soda. Let's begin:

1) Mr. President, if a train leaves San Francisco at 10 am carrying
1,000 happily gay happily married couples and travels at 85 mph for
three hours, while at the very same moment a train departs Crawford,
Texas, loaded with 2,000 vaguely miserable Christian fundamentalists
and nail-wearing fanatics of "The Passion of the Christ" and travels
in exactly the opposite direction at 65 mph for the same amount of
time, at what point will almost every single fundamentalist secretly
wish s/he could be the towel boy for the hot-tub parties on the other
train?

2) Dubya, as you're apparently comfortable with the fact that more
than 700 young U.S. soldiers have died in Iraq (over 125 this month
alone!) and thousands more have been wounded and hundreds more will
doubtlessly die in the coming months, not to mention the countless
thousands of innocent Iraqi/Afghan civilians who've been killed, all
as a result of your aggro-American policy to rid the world of all
those who would stand in the way of your oily corporate stratagems,
does this mean you are able to laugh in the face of death and mock the
vagaries of time and fate?

Are you able, in other words, to transcend the physical body and the
ego and attain a superhuman spiritual mastery of the earthly form? Are
you a god? Or just a petty and small-minded warmonger controlled by
thin-lipped master puppeteers? Did I just answer my own question?

3) You are called by God. You believe you are the chosen one. The Lord
Himself has happily green-lighted your decisions to bomb the living
crap out of pip-squeak and nearly defenseless nations for decreasingly
justifiable reasons. You are born-again, re-sobered, a former hardcore
binge drinker and rumored huge fan of various illegal substances back
in college, and you had at least one DUI arrest and went AWOL from the
National Guard, and you've stashed away from public view all records
of both your tenure as Texas governor, and those SEC investigations
into your alleged insider trading. You are a failed oilman and a
failed businessman and have been spoon-fed your entire career.

So then: Do you sleep peacefully at night, or do your dreams involve
small armies of angry sharp-toothed fairies, tearing you limb from
limb and sucking the pith from your withered soul while they casually
erase your entire portfolio as you scream, silently, unable to move
due to all the leeches? Don't bother answering. Your expression says
it all.


4) Nearly 1 million radiant women marched and sang and chanted in
front of your very own office in Washington, D.C., just recently,
angrily protesting your ongoing antichoice efforts to hack away at
women's reproductive rights. This was so important to you that you
were, meanwhile, up to your cute monkey ears in pink bubbles in your
favorite bathtub at Camp David, taking yourself yet another completely
undeserved mini retreat and shrugging off the protest as you further
locked in your ranking as the most-vacationed president in U.S.
history.

Now, then: Would you, or would you not, allow your famed party-girl
daughter Jenna to take RU-486 were she to "make a mistake" with one of
the Young Republicans at an all-night beer-bong bash at Sigma Alpha
Delta?

5) You have a secret, Dubya. Deep down, you really don't know the
difference between Fallujah and a fajita. Shiites and Baathists? Sound
vaguely familiar to your twangy Texas ear, reminding you of what you
holler when you stub your toe and fall into the mud at the ranch:
"Shee-yite! Now I need another bubble baath." That joke always cracks
you up.

This gul-dang Iraq mess has turned far more complicated and nasty and
primal than Uncle Dick ever warned you it might. Don't you wish you
were back at Yale, hammered on rum and Cokes and dreamin' 'bout
baseball and playin' Go Fish with Dad? Can you point to North Korea on
a map? How about Vietnam? Never mind.

6) A recent NASA satellite survey of the Arctic has revealed that the
temperature increase there over the past 20 years is a whopping eight
times higher than the total rise recorded over the past century. That
is to say, Shrub, that global warming is more obvious and deadly than
ever and there are reams of published studies proving that it's no
longer a looming threat, but, rather, a present and lethal event
happening right now, and the only quasi-scientist who denies the whole
thing is your own White House lackey.

So, then, as you were gleefully easing all the laws regulating the
nation's biggest industrial polluters and accepting cigars and gobs of
campaign cash from those crony CEOs, which of their punch lines did
you like best? "Don't spend it all in one place"? "Don't let it burn a
hole in yer pocket"? or "Now go buy yerself sumthin' purty"?

7) Hindus practice nonviolence. Buddhists practice egolessness and
nonbeing. True Christians practice deep love and acceptance. Sufi
masters practice enlightenment through whirling mystical
transcendence. Pagans practice veneration for the earth and the divine
feminine.

Whereas many born-again Christians, well, you tend to practice the
belief that all other beliefs are damned and sinful and deserving of
much scorn and derision and possible military shelling. Do you know
what God really thinks of you, Dubya? Let me help you with this one:
She doesn't, much.

8) Your résumé of accomplishments is the most embarrassing and
humiliating of any president in U.S. history. Examples: You know full
well you gouged the hell out of the elderly over Medicare. You cut
benefits for war veterans at the very same time you were busy waging a
whole new war. Under your watch, 3 million Americans lost their jobs,
you bankrupted the Treasury, the deficit skyrocketed, the U.N. became
irrelevant and you set the record for government-spending increases.
Oh, and your environmental record is the worst of any president in
American history.

So, a philosophical question: Which best describes your approach? Is
it willful ignorance, like the Creationists? The Buddhist notion of
(bad) karma? Descarte's mistrust of the flawed human senses? Or the
Sartre concept of the petty bourgeoisie (that's you, Shrub), who wake
up at 50 just in time to watch themselves die? All of the above?

9) The Distillers or Yeah Yeah Yeahs? Sammy Hagar or David Lee Roth?
Rostropovich or Fournier? Dylan: acoustic or electric? Hangar One or
Grey Goose? Astroglide or Liquid Silk? Small of back or nape of neck?
Tattoos or nipple rings? Why is Shania Twain famous? When will Fiona
return to blow away Norah and Avril and Michelle?

Why, Dubya, are you so obviously, painfully detached from modern
culture and society? Why are you such an intellectual and spiritual
alien, unreachable by the countless millions who find nourishment in
art and music and sex and creative juice? All answers count as one.

10) Astronomers have recently discovered that not only is the universe
expanding at a mind-boggling rate, but this expansion is actually
accelerating, propelled by an astounding and mysterious force called
dark energy that pushes the boundaries of our universe outward faster
and faster and baffles the world's greatest minds and throws into
question our most basic understanding of gravity and space/time and
the galaxy and our place in it.

I don't really have a question here. Just wanted to point out your
ultimate, staggering smallness, relatively speaking.


11) Some believe the mind and body are merely rote machines, Dubya,
ugly dumb congestions of cells and carbon and water and electric
impulses whose only real purpose is raw animal survival and desperate
procreation until death and decay and nothingness.

Others believe the human animal is a potent divine vehicle, that this
flesh is merely how our ageless, formless spirit experiences density,
and that we are here, in short, to learn mandatory messy earthbound
information and then merge what we learn with the Great Mystery.

This is the last question, Shrub, and perhaps the most important of
all: What will your contribution be? With what sort of divine openness
and creative energy are you choosing to pass through this world? What
will you lay at the feet of the divine besides a small mountain of
dead bodies and an oil-rich stock portfolio?

basskisser wrote:

By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist
Friday, April 30, 2004


--------------------------------------------------------------------------------



Thank you for your time, Mr. President.


Just a few questions, purely for clarification, so the American people
might understand you better. I know you're busy, packing for another
vacation or something. This won't take but a few minutes. Here, have a
soda. Let's begin:

1) Mr. President, if a train leaves San Francisco at 10 am carrying
1,000 happily gay happily married couples and travels at 85 mph for
three hours, while at the very same moment a train departs Crawford,
Texas, loaded with 2,000 vaguely miserable Christian fundamentalists
and nail-wearing fanatics of "The Passion of the Christ" and travels
in exactly the opposite direction at 65 mph for the same amount of
time, at what point will almost every single fundamentalist secretly
wish s/he could be the towel boy for the hot-tub parties on the other
train?

2) Dubya, as you're apparently comfortable with the fact that more
than 700 young U.S. soldiers have died in Iraq (over 125 this month
alone!) and thousands more have been wounded and hundreds more will
doubtlessly die in the coming months, not to mention the countless
thousands of innocent Iraqi/Afghan civilians who've been killed, all
as a result of your aggro-American policy to rid the world of all
those who would stand in the way of your oily corporate stratagems,
does this mean you are able to laugh in the face of death and mock the
vagaries of time and fate?

Are you able, in other words, to transcend the physical body and the
ego and attain a superhuman spiritual mastery of the earthly form? Are
you a god? Or just a petty and small-minded warmonger controlled by
thin-lipped master puppeteers? Did I just answer my own question?

3) You are called by God. You believe you are the chosen one. The Lord
Himself has happily green-lighted your decisions to bomb the living
crap out of pip-squeak and nearly defenseless nations for decreasingly
justifiable reasons. You are born-again, re-sobered, a former hardcore
binge drinker and rumored huge fan of various illegal substances back
in college, and you had at least one DUI arrest and went AWOL from the
National Guard, and you've stashed away from public view all records
of both your tenure as Texas governor, and those SEC investigations
into your alleged insider trading. You are a failed oilman and a
failed businessman and have been spoon-fed your entire career.

So then: Do you sleep peacefully at night, or do your dreams involve
small armies of angry sharp-toothed fairies, tearing you limb from
limb and sucking the pith from your withered soul while they casually
erase your entire portfolio as you scream, silently, unable to move
due to all the leeches? Don't bother answering. Your expression says
it all.


4) Nearly 1 million radiant women marched and sang and chanted in
front of your very own office in Washington, D.C., just recently,
angrily protesting your ongoing antichoice efforts to hack away at
women's reproductive rights. This was so important to you that you
were, meanwhile, up to your cute monkey ears in pink bubbles in your
favorite bathtub at Camp David, taking yourself yet another completely
undeserved mini retreat and shrugging off the protest as you further
locked in your ranking as the most-vacationed president in U.S.
history.

Now, then: Would you, or would you not, allow your famed party-girl
daughter Jenna to take RU-486 were she to "make a mistake" with one of
the Young Republicans at an all-night beer-bong bash at Sigma Alpha
Delta?

5) You have a secret, Dubya. Deep down, you really don't know the
difference between Fallujah and a fajita. Shiites and Baathists? Sound
vaguely familiar to your twangy Texas ear, reminding you of what you
holler when you stub your toe and fall into the mud at the ranch:
"Shee-yite! Now I need another bubble baath." That joke always cracks
you up.

This gul-dang Iraq mess has turned far more complicated and nasty and
primal than Uncle Dick ever warned you it might. Don't you wish you
were back at Yale, hammered on rum and Cokes and dreamin' 'bout
baseball and playin' Go Fish with Dad? Can you point to North Korea on
a map? How about Vietnam? Never mind.

6) A recent NASA satellite survey of the Arctic has revealed that the
temperature increase there over the past 20 years is a whopping eight
times higher than the total rise recorded over the past century. That
is to say, Shrub, that global warming is more obvious and deadly than
ever and there are reams of published studies proving that it's no
longer a looming threat, but, rather, a present and lethal event
happening right now, and the only quasi-scientist who denies the whole
thing is your own White House lackey.

So, then, as you were gleefully easing all the laws regulating the
nation's biggest industrial polluters and accepting cigars and gobs of
campaign cash from those crony CEOs, which of their punch lines did
you like best? "Don't spend it all in one place"? "Don't let it burn a
hole in yer pocket"? or "Now go buy yerself sumthin' purty"?

7) Hindus practice nonviolence. Buddhists practice egolessness and
nonbeing. True Christians practice deep love and acceptance. Sufi
masters practice enlightenment through whirling mystical
transcendence. Pagans practice veneration for the earth and the divine
feminine.

Whereas many born-again Christians, well, you tend to practice the
belief that all other beliefs are damned and sinful and deserving of
much scorn and derision and possible military shelling. Do you know
what God really thinks of you, Dubya? Let me help you with this one:
She doesn't, much.

8) Your résumé of accomplishments is the most embarrassing and
humiliating of any president in U.S. history. Examples: You know full
well you gouged the hell out of the elderly over Medicare. You cut
benefits for war veterans at the very same time you were busy waging a
whole new war. Under your watch, 3 million Americans lost their jobs,
you bankrupted the Treasury, the deficit skyrocketed, the U.N. became
irrelevant and you set the record for government-spending increases.
Oh, and your environmental record is the worst of any president in
American history.

So, a philosophical question: Which best describes your approach? Is
it willful ignorance, like the Creationists? The Buddhist notion of
(bad) karma? Descarte's mistrust of the flawed human senses? Or the
Sartre concept of the petty bourgeoisie (that's you, Shrub), who wake
up at 50 just in time to watch themselves die? All of the above?

9) The Distillers or Yeah Yeah Yeahs? Sammy Hagar or David Lee Roth?
Rostropovich or Fournier? Dylan: acoustic or electric? Hangar One or
Grey Goose? Astroglide or Liquid Silk? Small of back or nape of neck?
Tattoos or nipple rings? Why is Shania Twain famous? When will Fiona
return to blow away Norah and Avril and Michelle?

Why, Dubya, are you so obviously, painfully detached from modern
culture and society? Why are you such an intellectual and spiritual
alien, unreachable by the countless millions who find nourishment in
art and music and sex and creative juice? All answers count as one.

10) Astronomers have recently discovered that not only is the universe
expanding at a mind-boggling rate, but this expansion is actually
accelerating, propelled by an astounding and mysterious force called
dark energy that pushes the boundaries of our universe outward faster
and faster and baffles the world's greatest minds and throws into
question our most basic understanding of gravity and space/time and
the galaxy and our place in it.

I don't really have a question here. Just wanted to point out your
ultimate, staggering smallness, relatively speaking.


11) Some believe the mind and body are merely rote machines, Dubya,
ugly dumb congestions of cells and carbon and water and electric
impulses whose only real purpose is raw animal survival and desperate
procreation until death and decay and nothingness.

Others believe the human animal is a potent divine vehicle, that this
flesh is merely how our ageless, formless spirit experiences density,
and that we are here, in short, to learn mandatory messy earthbound
information and then merge what we learn with the Great Mystery.

This is the last question, Shrub, and perhaps the most important of
all: What will your contribution be? With what sort of divine openness
and creative energy are you choosing to pass through this world? What
will you lay at the feet of the divine besides a small mountain of
dead bodies and an oil-rich stock portfolio?



This is all far too complex and abstract for the RepubliBORGs

"Harry Krause" wrote in message
...
basskisser wrote:

snip



This is all far too complex and abstract for the RepubliBORGs

Harry, do you ever get home from work, especially on a Friday, and want to
actually have some fun? It must be a real pain to have to walk in your
shoes everyday.

Lighten up once and a while and have some fun.

jim-- wrote:

"Harry Krause" wrote in message
...

basskisser wrote:


snip



This is all far too complex and abstract for the RepubliBORGs


Harry, do you ever get home from work, especially on a Friday, and want to
actually have some fun? It must be a real pain to have to walk in your
shoes everyday.

Lighten up once and a while and have some fun.



Well, Dennis, I just put the fifth and final coat of varnish on an oak
tackle cabinet i built. It is now slicker than bear guts on a doorknob.
Later, I'll be changing the oil and coolant in my little tractor.
Tomorrow morning, I'll probably have breakfast at a little waterfront
joint in Deale, Maryland, before heading out on the water.

Going out on your boat tomorrow?

Cleveland. Downhill since 1970, when Szell died.

"jim--" wrote in message
...


Harry, do you ever get home from work, especially on a Friday, and want to
actually have some fun? It must be a real pain to have to walk in your
shoes everyday.

Lighten up once and a while and have some fun.



jim--,

That must have been a rhetorical question, Harry is so displeased with his
life, that he has to make up lies about his wife, his boat and his life. No
one likes Harry any less than Harry.

What's even more amazing is that the *John Smiths* of the world have nothing
of substance to retort?
Could it be because they have nothing?

"P.Fritz" wrote in message
...

"John Smith" wrote in message
news:20ykc.5649$ts3.295173@attbi_s02...
It is amazing the way the LibBorg of Basskisser, Jim, Harry and jps
can't
have a thought for themselves without cut and pasting an article they
find
on the internet. They must think they the rest of us can not find the
news
on the web.

What is even more amazing is that they have to go to the likes of mark
morford as a source for their cut and pastes.



"basskisser" wrote in message
om...
By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist
Friday, April 30, 2004




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Thank you for your time, Mr. President.


Just a few questions, purely for clarification, so the American people
might understand you better. I know you're busy, packing for another
vacation or something. This won't take but a few minutes. Here, have a
soda. Let's begin:

1) Mr. President, if a train leaves San Francisco at 10 am carrying
1,000 happily gay happily married couples and travels at 85 mph for
three hours, while at the very same moment a train departs Crawford,
Texas, loaded with 2,000 vaguely miserable Christian fundamentalists
and nail-wearing fanatics of "The Passion of the Christ" and travels
in exactly the opposite direction at 65 mph for the same amount of
time, at what point will almost every single fundamentalist secretly
wish s/he could be the towel boy for the hot-tub parties on the other
train?

2) Dubya, as you're apparently comfortable with the fact that more
than 700 young U.S. soldiers have died in Iraq (over 125 this month
alone!) and thousands more have been wounded and hundreds more will
doubtlessly die in the coming months, not to mention the countless
thousands of innocent Iraqi/Afghan civilians who've been killed, all
as a result of your aggro-American policy to rid the world of all
those who would stand in the way of your oily corporate stratagems,
does this mean you are able to laugh in the face of death and mock the
vagaries of time and fate?

Are you able, in other words, to transcend the physical body and the
ego and attain a superhuman spiritual mastery of the earthly form? Are
you a god? Or just a petty and small-minded warmonger controlled by
thin-lipped master puppeteers? Did I just answer my own question?

3) You are called by God. You believe you are the chosen one. The Lord
Himself has happily green-lighted your decisions to bomb the living
crap out of pip-squeak and nearly defenseless nations for decreasingly
justifiable reasons. You are born-again, re-sobered, a former hardcore
binge drinker and rumored huge fan of various illegal substances back
in college, and you had at least one DUI arrest and went AWOL from the
National Guard, and you've stashed away from public view all records
of both your tenure as Texas governor, and those SEC investigations
into your alleged insider trading. You are a failed oilman and a
failed businessman and have been spoon-fed your entire career.

So then: Do you sleep peacefully at night, or do your dreams involve
small armies of angry sharp-toothed fairies, tearing you limb from
limb and sucking the pith from your withered soul while they casually
erase your entire portfolio as you scream, silently, unable to move
due to all the leeches? Don't bother answering. Your expression says
it all.


4) Nearly 1 million radiant women marched and sang and chanted in
front of your very own office in Washington, D.C., just recently,
angrily protesting your ongoing antichoice efforts to hack away at
women's reproductive rights. This was so important to you that you
were, meanwhile, up to your cute monkey ears in pink bubbles in your
favorite bathtub at Camp David, taking yourself yet another completely
undeserved mini retreat and shrugging off the protest as you further
locked in your ranking as the most-vacationed president in U.S.
history.

Now, then: Would you, or would you not, allow your famed party-girl
daughter Jenna to take RU-486 were she to "make a mistake" with one of
the Young Republicans at an all-night beer-bong bash at Sigma Alpha
Delta?

5) You have a secret, Dubya. Deep down, you really don't know the
difference between Fallujah and a fajita. Shiites and Baathists? Sound
vaguely familiar to your twangy Texas ear, reminding you of what you
holler when you stub your toe and fall into the mud at the ranch:
"Shee-yite! Now I need another bubble baath." That joke always cracks
you up.

This gul-dang Iraq mess has turned far more complicated and nasty and
primal than Uncle Dick ever warned you it might. Don't you wish you
were back at Yale, hammered on rum and Cokes and dreamin' 'bout
baseball and playin' Go Fish with Dad? Can you point to North Korea on
a map? How about Vietnam? Never mind.

6) A recent NASA satellite survey of the Arctic has revealed that the
temperature increase there over the past 20 years is a whopping eight
times higher than the total rise recorded over the past century. That
is to say, Shrub, that global warming is more obvious and deadly than
ever and there are reams of published studies proving that it's no
longer a looming threat, but, rather, a present and lethal event
happening right now, and the only quasi-scientist who denies the whole
thing is your own White House lackey.

So, then, as you were gleefully easing all the laws regulating the
nation's biggest industrial polluters and accepting cigars and gobs of
campaign cash from those crony CEOs, which of their punch lines did
you like best? "Don't spend it all in one place"? "Don't let it burn a
hole in yer pocket"? or "Now go buy yerself sumthin' purty"?

7) Hindus practice nonviolence. Buddhists practice egolessness and
nonbeing. True Christians practice deep love and acceptance. Sufi
masters practice enlightenment through whirling mystical
transcendence. Pagans practice veneration for the earth and the divine
feminine.

Whereas many born-again Christians, well, you tend to practice the
belief that all other beliefs are damned and sinful and deserving of
much scorn and derision and possible military shelling. Do you know
what God really thinks of you, Dubya? Let me help you with this one:
She doesn't, much.

8) Your résumé of accomplishments is the most embarrassing and
humiliating of any president in U.S. history. Examples: You know full
well you gouged the hell out of the elderly over Medicare. You cut
benefits for war veterans at the very same time you were busy waging a
whole new war. Under your watch, 3 million Americans lost their jobs,
you bankrupted the Treasury, the deficit skyrocketed, the U.N. became
irrelevant and you set the record for government-spending increases.
Oh, and your environmental record is the worst of any president in
American history.

So, a philosophical question: Which best describes your approach? Is
it willful ignorance, like the Creationists? The Buddhist notion of
(bad) karma? Descarte's mistrust of the flawed human senses? Or the
Sartre concept of the petty bourgeoisie (that's you, Shrub), who wake
up at 50 just in time to watch themselves die? All of the above?

9) The Distillers or Yeah Yeah Yeahs? Sammy Hagar or David Lee Roth?
Rostropovich or Fournier? Dylan: acoustic or electric? Hangar One or
Grey Goose? Astroglide or Liquid Silk? Small of back or nape of neck?
Tattoos or nipple rings? Why is Shania Twain famous? When will Fiona
return to blow away Norah and Avril and Michelle?

Why, Dubya, are you so obviously, painfully detached from modern
culture and society? Why are you such an intellectual and spiritual
alien, unreachable by the countless millions who find nourishment in
art and music and sex and creative juice? All answers count as one.

10) Astronomers have recently discovered that not only is the universe
expanding at a mind-boggling rate, but this expansion is actually
accelerating, propelled by an astounding and mysterious force called
dark energy that pushes the boundaries of our universe outward faster
and faster and baffles the world's greatest minds and throws into
question our most basic understanding of gravity and space/time and
the galaxy and our place in it.

I don't really have a question here. Just wanted to point out your
ultimate, staggering smallness, relatively speaking.


11) Some believe the mind and body are merely rote machines, Dubya,
ugly dumb congestions of cells and carbon and water and electric
impulses whose only real purpose is raw animal survival and desperate
procreation until death and decay and nothingness.

Others believe the human animal is a potent divine vehicle, that this
flesh is merely how our ageless, formless spirit experiences density,
and that we are here, in short, to learn mandatory messy earthbound
information and then merge what we learn with the Great Mystery.

This is the last question, Shrub, and perhaps the most important of
all: What will your contribution be? With what sort of divine openness
and creative energy are you choosing to pass through this world? What
will you lay at the feet of the divine besides a small mountain of
dead bodies and an oil-rich stock portfolio?

"jim--" wrote in message
...

"Harry Krause" wrote in message
...
basskisser wrote:

snip



This is all far too complex and abstract for the RepubliBORGs

Harry, do you ever get home from work, especially on a Friday, and want to
actually have some fun? It must be a real pain to have to walk in your
shoes everyday.

Lighten up once and a while and have some fun.

Watching a video of you on the front line in Iraq would be fun.
Ride the baloney pony! LOL

"John Smith" wrote in message
news:xHzkc.368$_41.13519@attbi_s02...

"jim--" wrote in message
...


Harry, do you ever get home from work, especially on a Friday, and want
to
actually have some fun? It must be a real pain to have to walk in your
shoes everyday.

Lighten up once and a while and have some fun.



jim--,

That must have been a rhetorical question, Harry is so displeased with his
life, that he has to make up lies about his wife, his boat and his life.
No
one likes Harry any less than Harry.

Except the people that think you're an idiot.