I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Friday, April 6, 2007

(Bodily Part) Says, "What?"

Just in case you missed this in the news. Seems like we, as in the US, are right back to the wonderful duplicity of the 70s and 80s, like when we called the Contras the "moral equivelants of our Founding Fathers." Remember that quote. Oh, good times. Now we seem to be back into the Grand Game (say, how did that work our for the UK?, hmm, hope we play it better) and to the ideology of "the enemy of my enemy is my friend," even when that friend may or may not be linked to Al-Qada. Here's a thread that's talking about this fun in Iran.

3 comments:

Camille Alexa said...

Damn politicos.

Steve Buchheit said...

Yes, except for us local politicos who are sweet and adoringly cute. Except when you sue us, and then we get out the whomping sticks.

Camille Alexa said...

teve, here's my dictionary's entry for politico:

a politician, especially one whose words are dismissed as trite or whose motives are disapproved of as self-serving.


That doesn't sound like you, to me.