Gathering Storm

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More bad news as the only sane person in the White House, the educated moderate who could still command respect from people of very different politics and geographies, one of the few Republicans I'd be happy to vote for, resigned from his post of Secretary of State today; Colin Powell. With him goes our last hope for any kind of caution and the possibility of the US invading Iran and/or Syria becomes a lot more plausible. I hope he takes a trip to Disneyland as he looks like he could use a vacation before heading to whatever bunker he has had prepared to hide in for the next few years. In the meanwhile, the much snickered over photo of Cheney has finally surfaced after the hubbub since someone in MN graciously scanned it in for the world to gawp at. Dems should study the photo carefully and find out what caused the condition since it is reportedly difficult to have a boner and run a government at the same time. I can picture it now, "Operation Big Dick" with the mission being to keep all the neocon freaks in government engorged, erect and enjoying hot, sweaty neocon on neocon gay man love for the next four years. If there's an odd number, we'll throw in the conservative tranny Ann Coulter to even things out just for kicks. I'm getting all warm and tingly just thinking about it.

Last night there was a 1-hour program on CNN about the growing disputes in American protestant churches, particularly the Southern Baptists, over the encroachment of radical fundamentalism at the expense of more moderate pastors and members. It was mildly interesting in the same way you'd watch a Nazi documentary where you are completely unable to understand how so many people believed the propaganda instead of their own eyes yet somehow you find yourself unable to turn the channel in spite of the mounting horror and disbelief. One particularly fervent fundamentalist proclaimed, with chilling conviction and a smile on her face, that the so-called 'judgement day' will come within her lifetime. All I could think of was how all the people who are working towards this impending doomsday will be horribly livid when they realise, in the moments before their unremarkable death among millions, that the angels, trumpets and whatnot were all just the embellishment of an author with a flair for florid tales. That humans would eventually kill each other off has been and still remains a foregone conclusion, but the addition of killing for your deity being met with such grandiose fanfare makes for a more compelling story and a seemingly oft recycled one. On the upside, humans won't be doomed to repeat history again when that finally comes to pass. Always, a silver lining.