The Natives Have Finally Become Restless
In today's SF Chronicle, the day after the 100th anniversary of the 1906 Earthquake, columnist Mark Morford writes about another potential catastrophe waiting to happen. But this one is due less to natural causes and more to immoral ones. Morford, using a gambling metaphor, really tells it like it is. It's a powerful piece, and just one of many newfound and loud voices expressing anger and protest over what's become of the Bush presidency and its impact on our country.
Describing Bush's insane threat of using nuclear weapons against Iran, Morford writes:
His pile of betting capital is down to a tiny lump, nothing like back when he had the table rigged and all the pit bosses worked for him and the pile was as big as a roomful of Texas cow pies. But now, fortune is frowning. In fact, fortune is white-hot furious at being so viciously molested, spit upon, raped lo these many years. The truth is coming out: Bush has now lost far, far more bets than he ever won.
What's to be done? Why, do what any grumbling, furious, confused, underqualified alcoholic gambler does: reach down deep and say, "To hell with the nation and to hell with the odds and to hell with the rest of the planet," and pull out one more desperate, crumpled war from deep in your pants, slap it on the table and hear the world moan.
Read the entire piece here.