As you may have noticed, I tend to have time gaps between groups of postings. The root cause can pretty much be squarely blamed on writer's block. I have always written in spurts. Sometimes the distance between spurts can be somewhat substantial. Lately I have been unable to put pen to paper (or fingers on keys if you will…). It is a constant source of frustration for me. As a comic and a blogger, it gets tiresome staring at a blinking cursor, knowing that nothing is going to come of the exercise.
Hopefully I have snapped out of it for a while.
But I digress…
I had a dream the other night that roused me out of my literary slumber. (Or stupor… whatever… Shut up!)
It was an epiphany. I dreamt about President Bush. Now I know that these two things are generally considered mutually exclusive, (what with Bush's fascination with shiny objects and most likely play dough.) but in my dream something really heavy struck me.
Just over half of all eligible voters in the United States (Discounting Children, inmates in certain states, the infirm etc…) showed up for the election against Gore. Of which half of that group voted for Bush. (Just for argument's sake…) That ultimately means that only about 1 quarter of the American population actually voted for Georgie boy.
So with that in mind, less than one percent of the world's population made a decision about who would run the free world. But it gets scarier than that… The decision to discount ballots in Florida was made in court. So the ultimate decision about whether or not Bush would be president was made by just a handful of people. This distils the number of people further down from about 70 million to a few groups of 10.
If I had been Al Gore, I think I would have been spitting nails. That election was nothing but a cheap political version of double pen porno. (With Nader on top, and Bush on the bottom. Seriously gonzo shit for sure.) This was a threesome that no one in their right mind would ever have wanted to be a part of. It's a sad notion to believe that Bush wound up being "Mr. Big Stud Beefy Cock" and our world is worse off for it.
That election provided the world with Texas style diplomacy. (Well, synthetic Texas style… He was born in Connecticut after all…) I believe this we could scarcely afford.
"Don't mess with Connec… err… I mean Texas… Ha yuk yuk yuk…"
Curiously though, before America was attacked, this President had no mandate. With only one quarter of America giving him "props." He knew it too. He chose to try and inspire a nation with a treatise on "Vacationing."
But I digress… back to the epiphany…
Given how Bush was elected, it's not too much of a stretch to think he could be impeached; all it would take is impressing upon a few groups of 10 that it needs to happen. The real trick is finding the right groups.
This might seem like naïveté on my part, but history is replete with moments where a few people have made a difference.
The fall of the Berlin wall for instance. One morning a few people woke up and decided they'd had enough. We all know what happened after that.
More to come later.
