Little Mr Mahatma

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Little Mr Mahatma

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

1600 Floogle Street
This is the name of a book written by Don McGuire in 1967 parodying the California elections for Governor. In one corner you have the current Governor, a Democrat - career politician - who is dry as dust, immensely dull. Challenging him, representing the Republicans, is an out-of-work actor with no political experience and who acts essentially as a mouthpiece for those behind the scenes. The actor would rather say stupid and shallow sound bites than consider anything deep. His handlers are ultra-rightwing Christians Conservatives. Sound familiar? What made me sit up was an explanation of their agenda.

Page 172 - written in 1967.

"The nation that survives today must combine the power of God and the nuclear determination to destroy any other nation that fails to follow the Christian path."

Scary huh? Add to that notion the stipulation that Democracy must be spread to other nations and you have the modern day Republicans in all their not-so-subtle rightwing Glory.

A sick part of me almost wants Bush to win but only if he has the cajones to call out the Islamic Extremists to a Final Battle staged at Armageddon. It would be great TV and could do the world a great service by getting rid of a mutual bunch of fanatics. Bush and Cronies vs. bin Laden and Crew. Millions of bodies strewn on the battlefield. The winner? Irrelevent, but Ares would be most pleased.

8:08 AM

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