Hyena Kitchen

Tucked away in a lonely room, lit by the fire of burning screenplays, overlooking the Los Angeles suburb of Ambivalence (look for it, it's there right between Despair and Disneyland) safe in a self-imposed exhile from television, come the screams, rants, and lesser observations from the Hyena Kitchen.

Sunday, September 04, 2005

The other morning I watched "the boy who would be king," George W. Bush, being interviewed by Diane Sawyer, smirk firmly in place, as he lay the ground work for excuses to come later as to why nothing was being done along the Gulf coast. One thing, in particular, that I have to take exception to. He said, :I understand about wanting it yesterday." No you don't George, You have never wanted for anything, your entire life - with the exception of wanting a college cocaine delivery to have arrived yesterday. The thrill you appear to get out of being the ONE that everyone turns to, is as sickening as your inability to provide what they really need — compassion. I would trade it all — your uncanny grasp of foreign policy; your ability to speak off the cuff on any topic; your magnitude of character that held you aloft from your opponents in the last two elections; your own special pronunciation of nuclear — all for one ounce of compassion for mankind I yearn for a leader who cares for the human condition, here and worldwide. For a leader who says we will fix this now, because it's the right thing to do and I say we'll do it. For leader who travels to a disaster area not to for a photo op, but to roll his sleeves up and help his people.
I suppose it too much to hope for. But, I do hope that this is finally your undoing. That people will see you for what you really are, a child of privilege who does not possess the canon that the job requires. This will be test of what America we live in. A choice of what America we want to live in.
People who live in flood prone areas know that flood waters can be cyclical. I was listening to Marcia ball sing an old Randy Newman song the other day, Louisiana 1927, there is a verse that says . . .

President Coolidge come down
in a railroad train
With a little man with a notepad in his hand
President said, Little man,
Ain't it a shame what the river done to this
poor cracker's land.

. . .hmmm. I guess politicians are cyclical too.

If you want to help, you might want to check out these two sites.

www.secondharvest.org
www.habitat.org

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