Jack & Jill Politics

I voted for you. You’ve disappointed me at times, but I respect you. So allow me to be informal this one time, Barack. Time’s wasting. The war drums are a’ pounding.
They’re back.
Boom…boom/ boom…boom.
Same beat, different (Muslim) country.
They won’t stop building their nuclear program.
Electricity purposes? Yeah. Right. Who can trust them?
Their president? He’s the “new Hitler.” Their mullahs? Even worse.
They want to drive Israel into the sea.
They sentenced a man to death for converting from Islam to Christianity.
Bad rain in Seattle (boom…boom); hey, we wouldn’t rule out Iran.
I know you saw the debate last night.
“We need a new president or there will be a cataclysmic” event on the scale of 9-11 if Iran goes nuclear, Rick Santorum said. Gingrich and Mitt heartily agreed. One could hear, without the sick mirth, strains of McCain’s joke-song of years before— set to the music of the Beach Boys’ old hit—“bomb, bomb, bomb Iran.”
Iran’s one nuclear bomb will lead to dirty bombs coming across the Mexican border.
Those guys pale in comparison to their hate speech merchants.
They, remember, invoke your entire Mooos-lem sounding name for political points.
“It’s the Koran against the Constitution,” one shrieked from his top-rated radio show. “Savage” he calls himself, and he comes across as an angry grandmother daring perceived cowardly men to action.
“Boom! Boom!….”
An entire “news” network presents host after host, guest after guest to saber-rabble. You know Fox. They don’t like you much anyway.
The “lib” mainstream tiptoes behind: Well, their young people do want to overthrow the government. They murmur under the morally nihilistic pounding: “hallelujah! hallelujah!”
The preachers? Some of them are the worst. Isaiah’s swords remain swords and his ploughshares some weak alternative for evangelicals like Baby Billy Graham, many of whom also believe, by the way, you are a stealth congregant of the dreaded Islamic faith.
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Look, I’m a Malcolm guy. You and members of the Black Caucus (save maybe that weird black Republican from Florida with the crew cut) are professed Kingnians. Where is King is this? King chastised the country for being the gun runners of the world. Where’s John Lewis’s voice?
I also take liberties because I know you. You were the smart high school kid at the Pan African study group sessions of the late seventies. You probably came with your activist uncle. You didn’t say much out of respect to the older heads and smiled patiently at some of our more outlandish analyses. You took notes that were reflected in that great race speech you gave in Philadelphia. You forced us to confront old remedies for a newer day. You chastised the other side for not understanding that what sixty, darn near seventy, black man doesn’t have race issues in America? You won. That made it all the more puzzling when you threw your old reverend under the bus.

I suspect your advisers, some of them, at least, say bomb away for the poll numbers. But this will be no cakewalk for you politically. People have seen this movie before: “More Thrills and Chills–The Updated Crusade! Christianity versus Islam! Good versus Evil!”
Another band, though, marches.
In the debates, Ron Paul-—crazy otherwise—beats an even-tempered snare drum against the discordant and loud-behind disharmony.
“They feel threatened” by the ease of the national discourse about bombing them, Paul says. Why wouldn’t they build a nuke if only for deterrence? It’s not as if 1953 didn’t happen. Yeah, they lost the wars, but it isn’t as if the Arab world was ever cooled out with the Western world’s placement of Israel, which required displacement of many Arabs who had lived centuries on that land..
“Rat…tat…dat. Rat…tat…dat.”
Let Israel handle it if it feels threatened, he cries. It doesn’t help he has an anti-Semitic, anti-black past. But what’s he to do?
The mongers aren’t hearing it: “They need our help.”
“But they have the top military in the area.”
But not the planes to deliver the more powerful than ever nuclear bunker buster bombs, they reply. We do.
Nuclear Bunker Buster Bombs. These are the folks who preach the sanctity of life. Don’t you dare touch a fetus! Unless, I guess, by radiation.
“Annihilate them.” That’s what right-winger Tucker Carlson is reported to have said recently on—where else?–Fox. Why? They’re “nuts.” There’re 70 million people in that country. We destroy all of them—even the potential opposition inside who want a better country? And will Russia and China—nations with a lot of nukes—just stand by and watch us demolish Iran, a nation that’s considered, on more than a few levels, a partner?

I know, Barack, you don’t think for one moment you can please them. At least you should. They despise you. You didn’t kill bin Laden. The Seal Team did it in spite of you. You bow down to A-rabs. You’re a Kenyan who’s against European colonialism. (I know; we all should be against anyone’s colonialism.) You don’t send in enough drones that kill Taliban fighters and too often innocent families even though no one has sent in more. Sanctions–at least when practiced by you–are for sissies.

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A few years back, tens of thousands marched, here and across the globe, and branded Bush-Cheney-Rice war criminals. Thanks to the “lib media,” the American public didn’t hear the Iraqi invasion protests.
But the Internet sites that were babies then have now grown—dare I say at least on the peripheral of the mainstream, with occasional entries into the recognized fray?– and run large green headlines questioning a new invasion.
Remember, you beat Hillary because she joined the war parade. That was your main distinction and an act I’m sure she regrets today. The dissent today is better organized. Occupy Wall Street–who focused the national discussion on income inequality (something, incidentally, you should have done)– will bring their effective rabble-rouser beat to the mix.
They wonder, as do the rest of us. Who’s next? Tunisia? Syria?
Haiti?
Didn’t Reagan attack them?
Has it come to this? Has it become required for each president–constitutionally, the natural drum major– to lead a war parade during his or her term? And the lone argument should be over the passion–or lack of–either brings to the mission? BOOM!! Or boom? What’s the mechanism to consider the real option for sticks to “beat” the hell out of some tight plastic, or polyester, or whatever the drum heads are made of these days, but only for sweet, galvanizing sound?