Scott McClellan coming out of the Bush closet is a little surprising to me, but I might have done the same thing for several reasons. Money, for the first part. If you're gonna run the risk of getting ham-hocked by the Bushies, I'd wanna have a healthy Swiss bank account to compensate me for my troubles.
The second thing is that this whole thing could blow up in the Bush administration's face like Watergate did, and I'd wanna choose sides before it happens. John Dean's prison sentence was a lot less than the other members of the Nixon staff because by being the first rat to jump ship he provided himself with a negotiating stance.
If that's what McClellan's doing by writing this book, that is, providing himself with a leg to stand on and to stay outta prison for war crimes, then I don't blame him one bit for watching out for himself, and doing it first.
I know better than to believe what I read on the internet, but there has been some pretty interesting articles about how the FBI is investigating what these idiots have done, and possibly charging them with war crimes. If it's true, this could get nasty, and guaranteed to finally put O.J. Simpson in the small print on the back pages forever. Telling the world that woman was a spy was about as low as anybody can go politically. How can anybody trust somebody that would do that to their own people?
Which brings me back to Nancy Polosi's statement that there would be no impeachment trial by the House of Representatives. But, then again, if the Bush Administration is indicted for war crimes, she gets to be the President of The United States without running for office. She can't really be blamed for appearing to being noble for the time being.
I especially don't trust the traditional press to report the truth. They sold out years ago. They have been bought up by the military-industrial complex and the correspondents are pwned by corporate policy. Just like the medical profession has been bought out by the pharmaceutical companies. America is just screwed because it's morals and ethics are now non-existent.
I don't know whether to say I was born at a good time for America or not. I was young and vital at it's greatest heights in the latter decades of the 20th Century. In my opinion, I could not have lived as a bum the way I have in the world America has come to. I turned 60 years old in 2001, The Space Odyssey. I became an old man at the same time America lost it's innocence forever. That's pretty good timing as far as I'm concerned. "Life is a beach, and then you die." has been true for me.
Granted, the hobos and bums during the Depression back in the 20's and 30's of the last millennium wandered around all over the country like I have, but it was much rougher than I had it. When I rambled around the country again and again America was in it's economic hay day, and gas was less than fifty cents a gallon. When I went to the beach after the Junior/Senior prom, gas was an outrageous .17 cents a gallon. Sure, wages were much lower too, but I only worked if I couldn't get out of it, and pretty much never have. In the past, I think I was remarkably proficient at being out of sight and out of mind.
The situation for nomadic types might not be as terrible as the gas prices suggest it might be. I got picked up hitch-hiking basically by two types of people. People with a lotta money, and very poor people at the bottom of the economic ladder. The in betweenness, the middle-class people, were the least likely to give me a ride. They're the ones that will be hit the hardest by this recession (and possible depression), so as far as the nomads and bohemian wanderers are concerned, they'll only suffer from the poorest of the poor not being out on the road anymore.
The rich people will still do it. Why would they not? A bum standing by the road is the perfect setup for moneyed people to feel like regular people with, and they're easy to convince to go some different place than they first intended. I thought it would be the newly rich who would give me a ride, but it was both new money and old money people that would pick me up. The real difference was that it was more difficult to tell old money from new money, because old money dressed like bums themselves a lot, and most of the time drove older cars.
Sometime I claim to have unknowingly taken a vow of poverty. I still think it's kinda true. But, maybe the real reason I try to get by on wot's sot before me Is that it's the easy way out. Only really rich people and really poor people have much a choice about being a consumer as an enforced avocation or not. Have you ever given any serious thought to how much money it takes just to keep a job?
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
