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Let George be George
By Michael Moriarty
We're in the middle of a war, actually the First World Civil War. The earth has grown so tiny. Just ask Carl Sagan how really small it is, everything is either in our backyard, or on our front lawn.
To float another metaphor, we are all inside a worldwide psychiatric hospital. Most of us -- neurotics to alcoholics, etc. -- are quite content to while away our day in the sun room with our coffee and cigarettes while debating how to free China without firing a shot.
Well, that's my favorite topic, at any rate, and the solution would be to find a Chinese Mikhail Gorbachov and he needn't speak Russian. Not even English for that matter. We have so many Free Chinese on this great North American continent that I know thousands would be more than willing to pitch in and help free their original homeland.
A wonderfully feisty, Chinese-American couple befriended me in Calgary, Alberta, and the husband told me point-blank, "Michael, once the Chinese taste freedom they will never go back!"
With that in mind, it's very exciting to chat of such miracles between our daily doses of medication in whatever category we've been admitted to this rather large rest home. However, these days, the wards housing the criminally insane have been opened up and a wolf pack of these wide-eyed monsters is terrorizing the entire hospital!
One of the heads of the hospital, President George W. Bush, has taken the mad bull by the horns and, whether unilaterally or bilaterally or polylaterally, declared this utterly unacceptable. Thank God for President Bush!! And thank God for Tony Blair! We're seeing our fellow patients fall out of the windows of the Twin Towers, beheaded in the most appalling and disgraceful of ways, terrorized not only in the Middle Eastern ward of this institution called the human race, but blown away in the subway trains of Madrid! Enough!!
If the head doctor and his security guards don't do it, we, the civilians are going to have to stand up and do what seems at the moment to be the impossible. Those three brave men over Pennsylvania, talking with their wives and family and letting them know how much they love them but "a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do!" And they did. They prepared and attacked, with whatever weapons they had at hand, even if only blankets, and they made sure that commercial airline would not, would never reach the White House. Never tear down the symbolic soul of America. Can you imagine the courage and grit it took for these three heroes to exchange looks, as the news of the Twin Towers and the Pentagon came over their cell phones, realize what they and their fellow passengers were enmeshed in, plan with hand signals some strategy of intervention and then, as is recorded in song and poem, say, almost simultaneously, "Let's roll."
Could there be anything more American than that. Raises the hair on the back of my neck with such Yankee pride and joy that all the words of the Star Spangled Banner glisten and shine and explode within my mind, and the Battle Hymn of the Republic resounds in my ears as we realize this is War! A Worldwide Civil War. And our eyes are seeing the glory of the coming of our Lord. He is indeed, and with all the courage we can muster, trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored.
Our leader George W. Bush does not want us to have to do that. He has committed himself to protect those who can't protect themselves. And the meek among us, those who were prophesied as being the inheritors of the earth, are not only over three hundred and thirty million North Americans, but also over six billion members of the entire human race.
Let George be George! I have no doubt, with all the faith I have within me, that in the next four years our George will make us proud.
The time for the nice cop, the so-called good cop, the reasonable one, the eloquent one, and the soft-spoken one, to get out of the interrogation room and leave it to George. The tough cop. It is he who will finally convince our enemies to "Cease and desist!"
He has already completed almost a third of this mission to end Gulf Rabies. Yes, these are rabid dogs! Not only Hussein who's in lock-up, but the diabolically messianic Osama Bin Laden. George Bush is hunting you Osama, and he'll find you, run you down and put you into lock-up with the other salivating hyenas you run with like the dogs you are.
After that, it's Kim Jong Il of North Korea. To echo George's own words, "I loathe that man!"
He's Saddam Hussein in a pair of Mao pajamas. Our George knows all to well that when you're intimidated or bitten, like the North Koreans themselves have been, savaged by a rabid dog, you don't talk to the dog. You talk to its owner!
It's Beijing's job to put their frothing Rotweiller into lock-up. Either that or put him down!
Meanwhile we have the all-holy, righteous liberal press telling us that the entire Gulf War is a lie and totally unsubstantiated. It's all about oil and nothing else.
Well, you of the "Democratic Leisure Class," and that's Reverend Jesse Jackson talking about his colleagues, ride round in your limousines, burning gas faster than a junkie smokes crack, and you pretend you don't need oil and gas as much as the next man. Ye hypocrites! Ye flaming Rainbow careerists!
It would be wonderful if we could suddenly up and go cold turkey. Miraculously replace our oil with the methadone of alternate energies. We've had them for decades and we won't let them out because we like our cars and trucks with a sop speed of about one hundred and forty miles an hour. We dream of dancing in our Lamborghinis or Maserattis, and hurtling down the Autobahn, our pedals to the metal!!
You can't even quit smoking or drinking in the middle of a war let alone watch our own fighter pilots drop out of the sky because our oil drug is now controlled or utterly destroyed by the likes of al Zarqawi or Osama.
George is hunting you, Osama. You're in a Bunker now. You'll be lucky if our troops get you into the transport plane, let alone the safe haven of a lock-up.
However, if you dare send more of your reptilian wolves and jackals to harm one hair on the head of an American, Allah have mercy on you. Your Jihad is the syphilitic railings of a metaphysical Judas! Either find a rope to hang yourself with or await your greeting in America. May our God, Yahweh, have mercy on your soul.
George is hunting you, Osama.
He won't give up until he finds you.
Michael Moriarty is a Golden Globe and Emmy Award winning actor who has appeared in the landmark television series Law and Order, the mini-series Taken, and the recent TV-movie The 4400. In May, Moriarty won a Leo Award (celebrating excellence in British Columbia film) for best supporting actor for his role in the TV-movie Mob Princess.
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