A State Of Brokenness

Nightmares this night. Nightmares and horrors. I've just put down my copy of 1984 for the fourth time, having finished it again with my eyes aching and my neck burning with the fury that would kill so many before they'd dare submit to that monstrosity. Orwell's epitaph for the last Man in Europe is saddening but comes dangerously close to the eventual goal of fearful man when he obtains a state of unbridled ambition.

The President has grabbed for powers that are not his...and he's gotten them. I feel more and more often that the American people live within a very tiny bubble of non-interaction. More recently I've had a strong desire to leave not only America but the whole of this sad little continent. Our country was created based on warfare, born out of atrocity, built on the shrieks of burning children, and it will collapse under the weight of the terror it feels for itself. The single word which I imagine George Orwell would find truly disgusting in it's current context...'Orwellian'...applies so fiercely again and again that I cannot help but see people in a state of rebellion soon. The most stable countries don't seek mass control. They allow people to find their own desires with minimal interference and do not bow to the political attacks of other nations.

We live in what is steadily becoming a nation of maniacs, born fearful, building on fearful ideas, and basing themselves wholly on the idea that to live is to be constantly afraid and that if we are constantly afraid we will be safe. This is of course the opposite of the truth, a falsehood so sickening it stuns me that it is so widely accepted but that is how men make truth from a lie. They repeat it enough and people begin to believe it. The development of the mind is such that imprinting occurs over a period and while a good idea may be engendered once, it will not be accepted the way a bad idea engendered many times will.

What truly frightens me, the little soul in little old Wisconsin is the remote possibility that he may succeed. Even with riots in every state, with his government pulled down by the hinges, with his army deployed to another country, and his national guard short of manpower and troops...this Reaganite beast could grab enough power to make himself safe. I doubt it would be enough for him but he would be, to all intents and purposes, safe.

One year. They say we have one year. Once he's out of office and his party is /swept/ out of power by the rising, vengeful tide of a country that's been ignored for the last three years by it's entire greedy, lying, hateful executive I pray they hunt him. I pray he doesn't have a country he can run to where they won't extradite him, march him and his to Switzerland, put them on trial and then toss them in the deepest hole they can find to rot out the rest of his days as a reminder of what happens to monsters.

When he is taken to account for torture, for crimes against humanity, for violating the Constitution, the Geneva Conventions, the FISA Act, the UN Charter, and half of the laws made within the last hundred years to prevent the over-reach of the executive. I want to see him in front of a jury and on that jury, his human peers.

I want to see an Iraqi on that jury.

I want to see a woman whose daughter was raped and he refused her an abortion.

I want to see a crippled man who lives in constant agony who couldn't get THC.

I want to see a Wal-Mart employee whose legal protections he stripped.

I want to see a detainee who he had raped and beaten.

I want to see a homosexual whose right to marry he would see taken away.

I want to see a Christian who believes 'Thou Shalt Not Kill' is not just a suggestion.

I want to see on that jury a Leukemia patient who he refused to fund stem cell research for.

I want to see a soldier who lost his legs in combat and came home to find he had no veteran benefits left.

I want to see a broken young woman bankrupted by insurance companies while she tried to save her child and he refused her universal health care.

I want to see a journalist who was forced to bury reel after reel of film that would tell the people about the horrors he's seen in a war of lies because they contained pictures of the dead.

I want to see an old woman who was tasered by a SWAT team that broke into her home in the middle of the night...and lastly of all the people I want to see on that jury, I want to see a child there.

A child looking towards the long night that constitutes what is left of his rights, his future, and his life.

I want George Walker Bush to have to look those people in the eyes as they damn him to the pit for what he's done and I want the coward to see them and remember every night he spends shivering in a prison cell.