The Newspapers Were Fooled Again

I like to give humans the benefit of the doubt, you know, because I believe all deviousness and EVIL is truly superficial and that we, at heart, are GOOD and mean well and all that. But damn, when I look at the front page of the newspaper, my optimism waivers a bit. Arnold (the "governator") goes to Japan, and what does he have to say about it? Almost literally, "Visit America. You'll be back!"
Ahh, ha-ha. GOOD ONE Arnold! What a CLEVER governor California has.
So I got to thinkin,' what if Arnold (or Bush, for that matter) had something in-depth or,um, EDUCATED to say about anything? Consider Jimmy Carter's recent statement regarding the death and life of Yassir Arafat:
http://nytimes.com/2004/11/12/opinion/12carter.html?hp
This man is obviously quite educated on the matter. I don't really know much about the issues at hand, but there's a sense of understanding and nobility stemming from Carter's intentions that I never have gotten from many other prominent politicians. With Arnold and George W., I only get the feeling they're playing a role in a show and that what they say about anything is geared to fit snuggly within the narrow boundaries of their party-affiliation. I realize, too, that Carter no longer is obligated to serve any special interests, so he is more able to speak like a man and not a politician-robot. However, I find it somewhat difficult to accept that either Arnold or Bush are really very educated or selfless. They are in a position to put on a good performance and they both have access to a greater percentage of the best resources the First World has to offer. And so they use those resources to put on a fancy show and traipse around muttering sitcom-style catch phrases to entice the dreaming masses.
I think Hollywood is a disease that is succeeding in it's infection of the world's ideologies. It's shimmering teeth have clamped down and we are stunned.
When the disposable culture of Hollywood's crude underbite snapped shut, it became the top-down definition we gladly embraced. Who are we? We asked between sweet, foaming gulps of Coke and pilgrimages to Safeway.

I sprout

billy graham cracker jus' whip snappin'
rackin' up points for jesus
you and jews so cold-cocked locked in freezer
doors shut tight
ain't no light gettin' through

Let's get this war on

Yeah, war is dumb.
This morning, after some slow-speaking street kid had to ask me twice whether I wanted to buy pot, and I declined, he turned around and walked off in the opposite direction. On his jacket, I noticed a bumper sticker that read: FOUR MORE WARS, and I was impressed with the simplicity of that statement.
Hey, you want to see something kind of scary? Check this out.
Pay special attention to the names at the bottom of the page.

oh how I wander

in San Francisco now. the cat that curls beneath the warmth of my arm as i pet it's headfur backwards. i am homeless and traveling to visit friends but really just get to know myself without entirely dissolving into the sticky streets of city/alleyways/possibles. i miss my accordion.