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The Unbearable Ambivalence I Feel Watching Slaughter Unfold In The Middle East pt. 1

September 13, 2006, Buzz Fugazi


Somewhere along the way, probably when he got re-elected, President George W. Bush went from being a political satirist's wet dream to becoming a political satirist's worst nightmare.

Bill Clinton you could laugh at. Hell, you could laugh with him. The more you disliked him, the more he was willing to smile and say, "Come on, now. We need to work out a deal." Then the closer: "It'll be good for everyone." It was only for his wife and those political allies closest to him that Big Bill could be a rat bastard. I don't think Hillary threw a lamp and assorted pieces of furniture at the President's head because she is a dyke and doesn't care about her husband goofing off with the Johnson then lying to her about it, but it's a charming political propaganda intrusion into a private marriage. Glad to see the far right opposition thinks marriage is a sacred institution while the mistresses and stripclubs of their rank and file go unreported. But the Great Decider, El Dubya, is not all that funny.

I am sick to my stomache writing about politics in this country.

Some Europeans have become a sort of moral conscience to the foreign policy fiascos of this country and Israel. If there's anything funnier than US Americans sitting upon our vast Native American graveyard and being the moral conscience of the Middle East, it's Europeans trying to be that. That the various dictatorships and Kingdoms are supposed to have a say in what goes on in the world... makes me puke. If there's anything more ridiculous than these assholes ruling the world, it's asshole nations like Iran taking over. I say foreign clerics who threaten western writers should get a big punch in the face. I would not like to slit their throats and stab them in the gut with a ritual blade after I shot them a few times, but I would like 3 amateur rounds... mano-a-mano... no hypes or brainwashed lunatic assasins... just me in my headgear and fatwa breath turbanhead motherfucker cleric. At the Cicero Stadium. Me completely out of shape smoking a cigar before I get in the ring. I don't care if I get the shit beat out of me. I just want one good punch. Tell me G-d tells you to tell people to kill people to my face, motherfucker. I dare you. I double-dare you. Tell me again that G-d told you to be a petty tyrant, you fuck. Same goes for my President.

I am sick to my stomache writing about politics in this world.