Bush & Howard:
Their Y-fronts
are full to
pussy's bow

The beginning of the end begins again
Harold Hark
6 December 2002

Strange, the heavenly chirping of birds has recently been overtaken by the hellish cawing of crows. A seasonal occurrence? Or an omen.

The extreme Right's long awaited World Series of Armageddon is about to come true, with ol' anti-Christ George due to throw out the first pitch sometime in January 2003, just two months short of the 70th anniversary of Hitler's consolidation of power. Then again, he may celebrate the end of life as we've known it, by sending in the troops to celebrate Christmas. Chests and nuts roasting over a firestorm in Baghdad, sort of thing.

The last remaining superpower has been ineffectual in finding Osama bin Laden, the real threat to world peace, so they have turned to the washed up sitting duck of Iraq, still commanded by their retired Frankenstein monster, Saddam.

Bloodthirsty Christians have been praying to their God for action ever since 9/11, and the Aryan gasbag has finally answered with subsequent disasters in Bali and Mombasa. (The other side's God answered prayers to Him as well. Gee, it sounds like the War of the Gods. With about as much credibility as a wrestling match.) Terrorism is upon us, and the war is about to commence.

World War Three? You bet. And because it is a pseudo-religious war, you can also bet that it will be the bloodiest in centuries. Pitting militaristic medieval Islam against militaristic Christian capitalism can produce no other result.

With Umeruhca's USA PATRIOT Act, its Homeland Security and Australia's ASIO bill firmly in place, the war the two countries are just itching to have will, under the guise of the war against terrorism, extend to the real objects of their hatred: the intelligentsia.

History has been a monotonously bloody re-enactment of the same old story: Protected by their thug armies, insecure reactionaries bent on revenge for lifelong humiliation at the hands of intellectuals gain power in order to bring that scary thing called evolution to a grinding halt. [See: Fake terror: Road to dictatorship]

There is no stopping the current mob of conservative governments (the western counterparts of al Qaeda) from exacting a terrifying revenge on all those who disagree with their counter-terrorist attacks on civil liberties.

In Australia, ASIO will very soon stop any dissent against the Silent Majority's repulsive icon John Howard. As in past totalitarian governments, hysteria and Stalinist control will prevail. Of course it is unlikely that we will soon see pictures of Little Johnny in every office and classroom and on every other billboard. That's not his style. But it might be the style of his successor.

As for Umeruhca's Boy Emperor, the git who always sounds as if he's trying to sober up, isn't it ironic that he, and not Saddam Hussein--as we all believed once upon a time--will be the man who may quite likely wipe out the human race (with the help of our puny little satrap in Australia). And if not the human race, then civilisation as we know it.

So, unless you want to have your door kicked in, followed in short order by your teeth, you might as well capitulate, sit back and watch the blood-letting on CNN (though I suppose BBC World gives a less biased account).

Believe me, a lot of our colleagues will be doing just that.

What will you do? What will I do?

Our responses to future events are largely unknown, despite our fervent beliefs today. Having your toenails removed with pliers, your testicles turned into maracas by cattle prods, or your chastity degraded by ASIO replicas of Bosnian Serbs tends to produce altered perspectives.

The future will produce both heroes and cowards and not all of us will be the former. In the end, Bush and Howard will be consigned to surviving history as traitors, as well as all those who supported or benefited from their policies. Those of us who survive will go easy on them, as we have always done. Civilisation will once again flourish--it always has, hasn't it? While the hatred of the Right, whose natural home is found under rocks with other bloodless larvae, will slowly regroup, as it always has, ready at some distant time to once again throw this poor planet into turmoil.

Buena suerte.

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