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September, 2005
Well, we’ve had something in Washington, an event
called the America Supports You Freedom Walk and I guess
I’m confused.
It was billed as free and open to the public, but
apparently only the public that signed up in advance on
the Department of Defense web site. The rest were fenced
off,
not included, relegated
to observer status and prevented from shaking the hand of
The Donald.
Who paid for this fiasco? The public
on the outside of the fence looking in?
I have a scenario for how it may have come about:
“Don, we’re just taking a bath on our poll
ratings.”
“ I know, Mr. President. It’s simply not fair that these bozos and
bums and way-out, liberal idiots don’t seem to have picked up on how we’re
making our country safe for future generations.” Rumsfeld studies his
nails, thinks about a manicure.
“Yeah.” President Bush frowns, then grins. “But you’re
right-on about that future generation thing. We pretty much hung the whole cost
of our policy on them.” Frowns again. “But whatta we gonna
do about
these polls?”
“I got an idea. Let me run this past you. Suppose
we razzle-dazzle this upcoming 9/11 anniversary? Make it
sing the old anthem. We can hook it all
together with Iraq and Afghanistan, get some double mileage that way, throw
in a tribute
to our boys in uniform, pass out a bunch of tee shirts and grab some momentum.”
“Big Mo.” Bush
cracks his famous crooked grin. “I
like it.” His eyes cloud over. “Trouble is, every time we plan
something like that we get all those dirty-minded, sex crazed protesters messin’ up
our photo ops.”
“Nah.” Rumsfeld squints at the president. “Handle it just like
the convention. Sign ‘em all up ahead of time. Make sure we got our people
lined up, throw some uniforms at ‘em, maybe get a few wounded out there
if they’re not too badly hurt, throw in a concert to wind it
up.”
“Fireworks? Can I have fireworks?”
“Might look too much like a celebration. This has to be a memorial, a certain
feeling of gravity about it. Gonna make it an annual thing. Gonna call this the
First Annual whatever. Give us some ammunition if we’re still
in that damned desert a year from now . . . or two.”
“Great! I love it! How ‘bout first annual War Against Terror
Parade?”
“We’re not doing the war against thing anymore,
remember?”
“I forgot.” President frowns. “America, we need America in
there, get ‘em fired up again about what this is really all about.”
“ That’s good. Support is a good word too. Support is what’s
going out the window and we need freedom, freedom’s always
a big seller.”
“Support Freedom in America?”
“That’s dicey, Mr. President. We’re
catching heat for all the little crappy freedoms we’ve taken away lately.
I’m not sure it will sell.” Rumsfeld adjusts his glasses, looks
presidential, but not too presidential. “How about
The First Annual America Supports You Freedom Walk? That
gets it
all in there
and the
you is ambiguous,
could be our troops, could be the 9/11 casualties, but
best of all, Mr. President, it could be you, personally.”
“Wow! Me, personally.” The president’s
eyes mist over. “Great
idea, Don. We’ll take ‘em by storm . . .
. . . it’ll be a real hurricane.”
Of course that’s just one of a million possible ways
this could have all happened. But the fact that it happened
at all as a piece of government sponsorship, organized by
the military to support an unpopular military operation makes
me wonder just how far this administration will go to exploit
a national tragedy to shore up their own failing polls.
The Department of Defense web site explains, “America
Supports You” is a nationwide program launched by DoD
to recognize citizens’ support for U.S. military men
and women and communicate that support to members of American
Forces at home and abroad.”
Unless you come home in a box. The support, like the buck,
stops there.
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