Having fun yet?

Crusader AXE of the Lost Causes is off to engage in one of those great rites of passage into late middle age, the burying of the sole remaining parent. While this is normally a bad time, it's almost ok. Mom had a great life, she was old, sick and often alone; I suspect that she did not plan on trekking the Andes or swimming with the dolphins any time soon. As the typical dysfunctional Irish-Catholic-American family, the eldest son is an alcoholic in recovery, battling the demons of post-traumatic stress and idiocy intolerance manifested by an obsession with hitting small humanoid mammals with an AXE at any given point in the space time continuum; the middle child, the daughter, is somewhat anorexic and has two relatively normal children going to mid-western universities in her blue-collar, middle class, very threatened Autoworker family; and, the youngest son is over the top, flaming Queen, gay. As the eldest son, I have no issues with my brother's sexuality; I don't particularly like him, but I felt that way long ago -- he's a twit.

However, what moves me to write now that I've finished wrapping the AXE in bubblewrap and stowing the other things I need for a few days of shared, musty, mildewy redneck hell, is the odd convergence of the Meiers withdrawl and the Scooter Libby indictment. Not the best of all possible days for our ruling class.

Lots of news stories. If the investigation isn't over yet, are there possibly more indictments to come? Oh, to have Dickie C named as an unindicted co-conspirator; oh, to have sealed indictments on Karl Rove, John Ashcroft and Laura. ( I kind of like and respect Laura, given the dysfunction she married into, but it would be realllllllly cool to have the first lady in the slammer. Would Dickie C resign? Would John Ashcroft roll over and name names -- Balthizaar, Solomon, Ezechiel? Would W divorce Laura or stand by his gal to showcase family values? And, where the hell have the twins been lately? There's no place to drink and get wierd in DC or NYC?

As for Ms. Meiers, I remain convinced that she is the victim of a vast right wing conspiracy, aimed against the rest of the vast right wing conspiracy. That's the great thing about totalitarians -- they can easily be distracted and begin to dine on themselves. Maybe they'll leave the rest of us alone.

Of course, there is a precedent, in Iran-Contra. We could see W pardon the whole lot "for the sake of the country..."

So, I'll fly off to the land of Flipper and rats with Giant Heads at the happiest place in the world (which, interestingly, has never made the Fortune 500 list of best places to work! why isn't the happiest place in the world at the top of the list), drive an hour and a half north toward the holy grail of Daytona, complete my duty and return. I'm going sans computer, so if the world should decide to eat itself, remember to post early and often...

My mother disliked hobbits too as I recall. She was a pretty good Mom in a pretty wierd time; Dad was a pretty good Dad in a pretty wierd time. Me, as the poet says, I'm still on the road, headed for another joint; always did feel the same, just saw it from a different point of view...

Comments

[the reverend t. quitter]

you want cool names? how about jason caliber tab?

when you're finished tcb, i'll have a couple of hobbits ready for ya. be safe crusader axe.

[agi t. prop]

god speed Crusader Axe! The Rev and I will hold down the fort while you're out. Maybe that Milton Friedman guy will show up too.