♫79 Bottles of Beer on the Wall, wait, no... 86?♫

I imagine that Bush has a clock on his desk and all of the numbers are five. A statement on the clock reads, “No Drinking before 5.” Maybe that clock is in his head and not on his desk. There’s a lot more room for the clock inside his head.

Many of us have known about Bush’s continuing drinking problem. How could he not drink? His megalomania demands it. His denial demands it. His lack of poise and self-inquiry demand it. The cosmic director demands it because, in the words of a German philosopher, “Those whom the God’s would destroy, they first drive mad.”

I’m awestruck at these early years of the new century; one huge pileup after another on the big freeway of life. Some one or several are either drunk or mad, perhaps both. It can be hard to distinguish insanity from drunkenness. They’re certainly connected and the latter often leads to the former if it doesn’t first wind up institutionalized or interred.

There have been the odd bits over the years; the Capital Blues article, the strange case of the choking pretzels, the regular appearance of marks on the president’s face, the inexplicable comments and befuddled state. Something is going on behind closed doors.

It all seems a lot like Nero fiddling while Rome burns. Life has become stranger than fiction. Some unusual flu is having its way with world leaders and the population too. I’m watching it but I can’t get a handle on what it is. It seems like at any moment something might happen that will change forever the way we think about our lives. Every day I wonder, “Is this the day?”

It’s possible that a lack of opposition has made the madmen at the top increasingly more reckless and indifferent of exposure. It’s also possible that enough people are beginning to wake up so that you can actually see things as they are. Sometimes when a lot of people see the same things it makes them stand out in sharp relief.

I don’t want to spend any great deal of time talking about the condition of Bushligula. Much has been written about this strange creature in our midst. Much has been written and nothing has been done. This is the strange part, nothing has been done.

The Americans elected a new congress in 2006 and it has had no impact whatsoever. They were elected on the promise that they would change things. They have changed nothing. They have operated as a rubber stamp. I can tell- merely using my reason- that the president and his associates are guilty of high treason and mass murder. Nothing is being done.

Ordinarily opposition parties work in opposition; at least some of the time. Let’s use our reason on this. Never before in the history of the United States has a president warranted impeachment more than this president. Nothing is being done. Ergo... there is a reason. There can only be so many reasons why an oppositional congress in possession of observable facts would not seek to impeach this president. It can only be from some kind of pressure. This pressure can only be in the nature of a threat. Ergo... blackmail and attendant leverages.

There is nothing to indicate that world conditions are improving. The financial crisis has only just begun. This year will see it severely affecting the lives of nearly everyone in one way or another. In the midst of this and other urgent concerns there is this miasma of lethargy. Everything seems to be moving through some kind of thick substance. Day follows day. The criminal operations at work are unbridled and unhindered. Voter fraud is a given and nothing is being done. Recounts are in the works but it appears that these recounts will stay in the hands of those who make the original counts. Diebold employees were up to something not yet revealed on the day of the vote; failures in the operating mechanisms have been widely reported.

Onward we go... and nothing is done. There hasn’t come a point yet where anything has been done about the 9/11 cover-up, the war in Iraq, the genocide in Palestine, the horror in The Sudan, the serious unrest in Pakistan, the known fact that the last two presidential elections were stolen, the drumbeats about Iran. On it goes. Lies are uncovered daily and ignored daily and on it goes. How is this possible?

How is it possible with the massive amount of evidence concerning criminal activity throughout the American system that nothing happens? How is it possible that most of it does not find its way into the news? Why are there no prosecutors at work? Why are there no legislators demanding action? Citizens march in Cincinnati and other places but nothing happens. What is this suffocating mist of apathy that seeps along the avenues and through the marketplaces and schools that has turned an entire nation into zombies? Is every body drunk? Is everybody afraid? Is everybody stupid? Who knows?

The animals at the zoos are behaving very strangely. The people are standing around like the cast of Close Encounters. There’s a heavy disconnect and dreadful creeping uneasiness as if something was going to happen. It is as if everyone knows and does not know and all waiting for something to happen. You can see it flicker in your peripheral vision. It seems to emerge and then recede. You know its there but it won’t come into form.

Religions are becoming increasingly more hysterical. The evangelical leaders are living in gold plated opulence. Radios and televisions relentlessly pound the most banal trivia into the common mind. Headphones and cellphones are an unending focus of fascination. Legs jitter and fingers probe endlessly at the keyboards of the new rosary. And the president is drunk and the president is mad. He is to be replaced with more of the same.

Talk of hope and change sound empty. The same people with the same solutions that never go into effect can hardly be cause for hope or change. Something is going to happen. There can be no other explanation for this lassitude on the one hand and epidemic crime at every level on the other.

Dick Cheney is nowhere to be seen. The president is drunk. The congress is line dancing. The animals are acting strange. The votes have been compromised... and the beat goes on. Meanwhile, nobody is going to interfere with a Bill O’Reilly camera shot.

Dimona is leaking. Waterboarding is an Olympic event. Madonna needs ten thousand dollars of Kabala water a month. Britany is having a meltdown. Does the MS in MSNBC stand for Microsoft?

I’ll tell you what happens when people become indolent and apathetic and when politics becomes crime and religion goes insane. I’ll tell you what happens when no one knows what’s happening and the president is drunk... something happens, that’s what happens.

Visible sings: ♫ In That Shape Again ♫
'In That Shape Again' is track no. 8 of 10 on Visible's eponymous
'Les Visible' Music Album
Lyrics (pops up)