Here's a thought: Karl Rove is controlling the free world with carefully selected portions of the ambient abuse rule book.
It's a furthering of my idea that we're all codependent: Grandpa came home from war, had some untreated PTSD, went emotionally vacant, seeded the enfilade of satanic backwash also known as "the Boomers" and they--instead of simply dealing with their issues--paid their angst forward. We're not supposed to talk about that though. We're supposed to have kids, and burden them with our own angst using carefully selected portions of ambient abuse we inherited from our parents...guilt, projection, avoidance of emotion. Religion, now more than ever, is our helper. Medieval fanaticism makes for dutiful kids, you know.
So we're susceptible. If someone says, "Hey! What's that you say? You want more money for schools and healthcare? Well look how selfish you are when TERRORISTS ARE AT THE GATE. THEY'RE ON OUR BORDERS WITH SUPER LASER GUNS AND MUSTARD GAS. THEY WANT TO EAT YOUR BABIES. THEY'LL RIP THEM APART WITH THEIR DARKY SHIT-STAINED NEGRO HANDS, AND EAT THEM WHOLE. IF A MAN CAN MARRY A MAN THEN A MAN CAN MARRY A GOAT. FREEDOM IS DANGEROUS." Karl Rove reminds me of Grandma.
"YOU'LL DIE IF YOU TAKE A SHOWER."
I dunno. Just a thought. He's a crafty sonofabitch, that Karl Rove. Perhaps--next election--we should all just deal with the myriad of issues with which we're afflicted-- vapidity, drug abuse, the regular visiting of churches--I like to think it's not too late for you and me. I like to think we can change. I like to think we're better than the satanic backwash. I like to think we'll be the generation that dishonors this vicious ethos. Bitchslaps it. Beats it to a pulp. Fucks it up the ass. With no lube. Oh dear god, I'm horny.
I could go on, but now I'm just distracted. I was typing and half-watching "Rules of Attraction" on Showtime, and not really paying attention to it, because it isn't the best Brett Easton Ellis adaptation, and I was so interested in my Karl Rove codependency thingy, but it's now 2:09 AM and Showtime has switched to hot Eastern European chicks gyrating in diamond encrusted thongs, topless international spies in latex pants and girl-on-girl prison friskiness. I can't bitch any longer. I think this is the work of Karl Rove. If so, he is even craftier than I suspected. We are facing a formidable foe.
DAMN YOU KARL ROVE!
Posted by The Bunny at 5:03 AM