It gets progressively more difficult to get back to those subjects that are close to my heart — when so much of what I prophesied seems to be revealing itself in-the-here-and-now. I wanted to write about my sons’ poor treatment by local soccer referees (I can only guess because these refs hate me [my sons are not dirty players]) – but I was more enamored by Gary Trudeau’s take on Dick Cheney in his Doonesbury strip this past week — then sorting out the wars started by short men with Napoleonic Complexes.
I have long admired Gary Trudeau as the penultimate American social commentator (the now defunct Boondocks aside) and this past week, Trudeau had Dick Cheney transmogrified from the evil emperor of Star Wars infamy — to Satan himself.
Trudeau’s comparison was one of the most glorious validations I have ever experienced – because I remember pegging Cheney as the devil when I first saw him on television prior to Bush Coup #1. And now, this revered social pundit, is seeing Cheney in the same darkness I viewed him in over-7-years-ago! Hurray!!
Why does Dick Cheney need his new war in Iran? Why does anyone need a war?? Why do our sons (and now daughters) willingly sacrifice their lives for these fat cat robber barons who cloak themselves in nationalism??? I will attempt to answer this question in this passage – but I hope someone at sometime can give us a more all-encompassing and definitive answer as to why we wish to kill each other. In other words, how do we become Player Haters?
Girlfriend Giti reminded me that most Player Haters are insecure about some aspect of themselves. I have to think that this insecurity has a sexual basis. Since we invariably talk about men being Player Haters – we have to wonder if their dicks are big enough; if their dicks are long enough; and/or whether their dicks can do the job for both parties? I have a funny feeling that each of these dickless possibilities applies to the typical Player Hater.
Then we have all these dicks who don’t think they can perform on an equal footing – so they have to UN-EQUAL the playing field: by trying to cut the balls off the rest of us. And, they justify their castration of others by some perceived injury that has been dealt them – these perceived injuries are invariably their own delusional projections onto Society or some aspect of it.
Daniel Quinn divided humanity into 2 types: Takers and Leavers. The Takers don’t give a f*** about anyone – they just want what they can grab. Ladies and Gentlemen! These are the folks who start our wars and slay your children. Leavers, on-the-other-hand, want to leave the world as-good-or-better than they received it. Sadly, T.S. Eliot’s contention that “the best lack all conviction; while the worst are full of passionate intensity,” prevails.
So whether it’s the soccer field or the devil himself — I’m a Leaver – and I have begun my mission to stand up to the Takers. To Hell with you Dicks!