Obese nation circling drain of history

Hello Joe,

I found your site yesterday and enjoyed reading what you think about all the situations being scrutinized. I agree on all matters of any consequence that you expound upon concerning the present states of affairs here in the USA -- also on what the oligarchy is up to internationally. I even agree philosophically about the beauty of a left wing solution, but do have my doubts about a political implementation of said philosophy, not because it is wrong, but because the unlettered (as Screaming Man calls them, please give my regards to Screaming Man, by the way) would bring the whole shooting match down with a blood curdling agonized shriek "Where the fuck is mine! Goddamit! Fuck you. I want mine!"

On a matter of similar importance: Are you the guy who wrote that piece on CounterPunch a while back about the guy living in a falling down mansion in Chattanooga, or some such environ, who had pried his own personal doors of perception open with repeated doses, maybe accidental, maybe not, of termite medicine? Good stuff, that. The writing, not the poison, that is. Come to think about it, maybe that medicine is some pretty good shit, and I am just too old and stuffy to try it.?

If you didn't write it, you should read it.

Best regards,

Jack

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Jack,

Thanks for taking your valuable time to write.

Oh, I agree with you that decency and morality and moderation can never be instilled in this bloated populace. And yes, Americans would surely let out the blood curdling agonized shriek "Where the fuck is mine! Goddamit! Fuck you. I want mine!"

But they are going to be doing that anyway, although in slow motion, as the Empire further decays, and now that it has been thoroughly demonstrated in Iraq that we not longer have the military might to simply seize what we want. The only option left seems to be nuclear blackmail, but two can play that game.

I suspect rather than an agonized shriek, of will be the long, sustained whimpering of an obese indoctrinated nation circling the drain of history for a couple more decades.

And yes, I'm the guy who wrote "In Praise of Holy Madness" a while back on CounterPunch (now archived on this site). The fellow about whom I wrote, incidentally, is Tom DeLay's cousin. He sold that house and has dropped off the face of the earth, hopefully into the sort of environment his magnificent soul deserves.

Screaming man sends you a belch.

Joe