Inauguration.
Topic: by Lenny
I blew off the inauguration this time around. Four years ago, when Bush was swore in, the temperature dropped fifteen degrees. It didn’t matter to the Republicans, however, as they were all snug in their fur coats and cowboy hats.

This year I’m watching the festivities on TV. I don’t feel like I have the proper perspective when I am part of history so today, like the rest of America, I merely watched history. And I wanted to sleep in.

The image is shocking: a gloomy Thursday, the public address and helicopters drone. A city full of angry militants, all victims of a war, that dull George W. Bush smile beaming away, oblivious to all, causing so much damn anger among those of us who know, who are not smiling. Smug.

I am reminded of another "War President," this time a real Texan, Lyndon B. Johnson: "In our home there was always prayer-aloud, proud and unapologetic."

And later: "I’m tired. I’m tired of feeling rejected by the American people. I’m tired of waking up in the middle of the night worrying about the war."

Now, compared to "W," LBJ, the man that referred to his political opponents as "pigfuckers," was an intellectual. But, my God, "W" looks just like a 55-year-old Scooter Hanson!

The TV news is calling the dissenters a "vocal minority," and they’re having Fundamentalist Christians on the news to blast the separation of church and state.

Fundamentalist Christians are the followers of a bizarre cult that had it's heyday about a thousand years ago. It spawned thousands of other religious movements that wrought havoc on the planet for generations, having yet to recognize the Aeon of Horus.

I have been back and forth, trying to reconcile my sort of "magick humanist" beliefs and my political activism, and I think this is where I am at: one can remain aloof, and not buy into second circuit, emotional-territorial "politics." Still, you must see the game for what it is, as long as eating, sleeping and fucking are required to live.

...and here’s to another four years!