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A Simple Sense of Dread I told someone yesterday that I'd been pushing the notion of Bush as Antichrist (defined by my Webster's as "a personage or power expected to corrupt the world but be conquered by Christ's Second Coming") and he surprised me by saying that the comparison wasn't strong enough. . . which pretty much sums up how I feel these days. No outrage, no excess, no lie is too great to utter or execute. Democracy is dead, courtesy of the Supreme Court and the death of the free press. Every chicken coop has got a fox and the hens are all, well, chicken, with not a rooster to be seen (let alone a decent fighting cock). And now we're to be the Bully of the World, a return to barbarism as national policy. What a total perversion of everything I ever learned about America. I am sick to the depths of my red, white, & blue heart. Whatever happened to the notion of the strength of IDEAS? Bully of the World, as if everyone else will just knuckle under, too. Declaring one's intention to lord it over all will only create more enemies. An otherwise extremely intelligent friend of mine who probably watches too much TV is in favor of invading Iraq. He asked me, what did I want us to do, wait until Saddam detonates an atom bomb in downtown L.A.? I told him, "Well yes, frankly!" Never mind that there is no chance in hell a little country like Iraq would ever risk attacking the United States. We can't go around killing everyone who gives us dirty looks. This is like the Lone Ranger riding into town and shooting all the guys with black hats before they're rustled a single steer. It's like love is dead. Can that really be? I feel like God gave us the Big Exam on 9-11 and we totally flunked. The government's reaction to the events of that day filled me with foreboding that has never gone away. . . Is this really going to happen? It'll be like watching Daddy take the deliver boy out back and crush his skull with a cinder block because he didn't show enough respect. God, I feel awful. Quick, turn this into satire. There must be a way. [FarrFeed]