- State of Delusion
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- Watching the State of (Delusion) the Union show, I was
put in mind of War of the Worlds. Pumped up these past few weeks with our
spectacular landing of a machine on a desolate pile of endless dirt, who
was to know that the Martians (who live in bunkers far beneath Mars surface)
had their own landing planned?
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- We had all imagined that it (an alien invasion) would
be a bit more breathtaking as ships doing fantastic maneuvers would be
no match for our fighter bombers-missiles-or laser beams. Much better than
the usual car chase we're privy to, this would have the plastic mannequin
newscasters at a loss for sound byte descriptions. It would be (we imagined)
a time of terror, confusion, mass hysteria, riots; as people scrambled
to wrap their homes in plastic sheeting, sealing off cracks with duct tape.
Announcements would update us on Cheney and other selected officials being
safely secured in secure impenetrable bunkers that our tax dollars had
thankfully built for them over the past decades. Would the Greys abduct
us taking us to a far away galaxy to be used as slaves as food or imagined
peace? With our flashlights, jugs of water, and peanut butter sandwiches
prepared for this crisis we would wait huddled in darkened basements hoping
that the plastic sheeting would hold up against poison gas and unknown
alien germs.
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- Alas, as we all know too well today, the invasion was
hardly triumphant, lacking all of the drama of War of the Worlds. A non-descriptive,
pudgy man stood in front of legislative chamber doors and announced their
coming. No lasers-no missiles-no hysteria-no Greys and no time to wrap
the house. In they marched to the applause of their minions who had prepared
the way for their coming. Looking and dressed much like humanoids they
paraded in with smirks, sneers, or vacant other worldly looks. The minions
reached out to touch and paw their masters as they made their way to the
front for reserved seats.
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- The leader in his blood red tie led the others in orchestrated
praise as they bobbed up and down to his scripted utterances. The message:
War would continue on forever as the earth's entertainment. All would soon
be equalized in labor as Americans salaries came more in line with those
known as Third World nations. No there would be no health care for the
belligerent Americans until they died off in sufficient numbers. Steroids
were out and marriage preserved. More monies would be needed for conquest
of needed resources of timber, oil, lands, minerals and water; thus needless
programs having to do with homelessness, education, hunger and health would
need cut, or better yet, done away with.
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- Updates were given of Afghanistan now being a utopia
of women's rights, and long awaited democracy. All was well on that front.
All was well on the home front with more police, more security, more surveillance,
more shields, gas, clubs, and stun guns to keep everyone free, happy and
fully employed or uncomplaining if they weren't working. To be sure mills,
farms, seaports, and high tech jobs would no longer be available, but retraining
in science and the medical field would soon see prosperity for all. Nothing
would change except for the worse.
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- The minions clapped and shouted praise ready to go out
and spread the good news. And so the Invasion of the Predator War Race;
intent on plunder-war-and dominating perverse power and rule over all
the earth went off without special effects or any spectacular rush. Those
watching from home lamented that there would be no abduction to far away
planets. They unpacked their bags and left for their night shift jobs to
keep pace with the aliens demands for more and more and more money to keep
them in the style they were accustomed to---indolent-satiated-luxury.
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