3.24.2005

Reclamation

These are our demands...we want control of our bodies

I have no idea what Ian Mackaye specifically had in mind when he said that in the 1991 song "Reclamation" from the Fugazi album "Steady Diet of Nothing." But, it's come to mind a lot lately. Every time I hear anything about the Terry Schiavo issue, I think of "Reclamation." I cringe and think about how the Republicans will use this case in some way to further their goals concerning abortion and similar 'right-to-life' issues. Don't we have the right to not have our bodies be used for political gain? Fucking George W. Bush had to get up in the middle of the night last Sunday to sign something from Congress (who had an emergency weekend session) declaring that they want the feeding tube re-inserted. In the middle of the night! That's usually only for declarations of war and shit like that. After the case has been in Florida state courts for years, and the Florida Supreme Court finally ruled that the tube can be removed, W still felt the need to say, "you know what? We don't trust the states' opinions or courts, so why don't y'all eat shit and (don't) die? Cuz killin's wrong."

Have you noticed that, too? His accent's almost gone. He's starting to talk like an intelligent human being. There was an article in Monday's Wall Street Journal that noted how much the Shrub's language has changed from the 2004 to the 2005 State of the Union address. He stopped saying "mah" in place of "my" and now he's actually pronouncing the 'g' in '-ing' words. His drawl is suspiciously missing from his speeches. The twang that he used to speak in is referred to by linguists as an Inland Southern accent. He used it to great effect to gain points with the red states, which as we all know are mostly in the south and southwest.

Now that he needs to actually gain the approval of the world to attain his imperialistic and self-serving goals, he needs to give off the appearance of an intellectual who sounds like a US president. He's still just a cokehead trust fund kid to me. I don't care how well he speaks.


stop looking at me!

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