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chillin'Topic: "TW3" (3)
"That Was the Week That Was" was an old television show in the United States, and it was the by-product of creative minds of the BBC. Frodo thought of the show as he casually observed the trend of the times while he vegetated in the land of shuffleboard and pomegranate joice. In that spirit, and without meaning to offer either overkill or roadkill dear reader, let us simply consider the words of the Hobbit.
Senator John McCain (R-AZ) is a man whom Frodo has long admired. His service to his country, his personal and professional integrity, and his history of speaking up when speaking up was not an easy thing to do, are qualities which justified serious consideration for the world's highest elective office. Frodo also likes both the Beach Boys and their one-time hit "Barbara Ann," but that does not mean that a convergence in failed humor has done anything to change Frodo's mind that McCain is now only a tired, old man. It may be true that elderly military men do not die, but that would be better than making a complete ass of oneself. Contributors to the McCain campaign should demand a refund.
Attorney General Alberto Gonzales (Boob-TX) and his entire professional career were completely enshrined in the oft-repeated, "Senator, I cannot recall," phrase made infamous by former President Ronald Reagan. Frodo notes that Reagan, when he found the occasion to use those words was already exhibiting signs of Alzheimer's. Gonzales, on the other hand, was demonstrating his command of the management style made famous by that Harvard-educated MBA, George W. Maslow.
Paul Wolfowitz (Bizarro-?) stopped licking his comb long enough to bring his love affair to public scrutiny. Given the details, and the images that it brings to the mind of Frodo, it is a story that Frodo truly feels meets the criteria of obscenity under Supreme Court scrutiny. To the feminine gender who partake of Frodo's tales, Frodo can only ask "Could you imagine? Yech!" This academic, who set behavioral science back more than any person not carrying the title of "Pope," has been playing world banker ever since rational thought appeared, however briefly, within the padded walls of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Now we find that he exercised his considerable influence to get his personal squeeze a job that pays even more than the welfare payments made to the Secretary of State.
Academics provide an appropriate segue into the horror that befell Virginia's State-sponsored school of agriculture and football. Frodo has been screaming at television screens for more than a week to simply get an answer or two to what he feels are very legitimate questions. First off, what was a 23 and-a-half-year-old student doing as an undergraduate in the first place, and why would anyone study ENGLISH at Virginia Tech (which has produced erudite off-spring named Vick, who also quarterbacked the Hokies)? Of even greater substance is Frodo's query as to the GPA of the subject. How can a guy not participate in class, submit assignements which reflect severe psychosis, and be passing his courses? Were there professors who simply passed this kid off to the next colleague in order to get rid of him? Nikki Giovanni has not been asked the right questions.
Finally dear reader, considering all that has taken place since last we visited, the Middle East is the appropriate place to discuss endings. Frodo has thought, long and hard, about history and how it has been overlooked by those who have brought all of us to a precipice. The Greeks, under Alexander and the Romans some few centuries later, performed well-documented forays into the geographical "fault line" described by Mr. Allawi in his new book. The Holy Crusaders, in the next milennium, were followed in the twentieth century by both the British and the Russians. All of these "empires," if you will, are historical interlopers into a region of the world that remembers them only as ocupying forces who had to be, and were, discharged. Doesn't it seem to you, dear reader, that a truly wise person could look at the American Experience there as simply one more notch on the tablets of history. At some point in time, the general consensus of all those who even find this period of interest will merely be "What could they have been thinking?"
In the case of George W. Bush, the operative word might be "drinking."
