It’s Not Our Fault

Not Our FaultThe Bushies settle into private life with an innocent lil’ barbecue.

James Moore.

[N]one of this is our fault. America is not to blame. There are just some bad actors in high profile positions. Really? Our sports heroes are gone, exposed as liars and cheaters. The people we trust with our money turn out to be thieves of a magnitude not known to history. Our president lies us into war, ruins damned near every institution of our government with political folly, and then retires safe from the law in the western sun. You can’t even ask the question “What the hell’s wrong with us?” because the answer requires decades of explanation. An increasing number of Americans wonder if our country will even survive and a scary proportion of those have asked the troubling follow up question as to whether we deserve to survive and have entered our final decline.

Do we deserve to survive?
It’s an intricate question, even if a blunt one.  The people of America, taken as a whole, certainly want to survive, but to qualify that want with “deserve” questions whether or not we are entitled to survive, and that inquiry must take into account our national and personal values, and how we live them.

At least some of the outrage that courses through the American psyche today derives from recognition of our shredded values of justice, and whether we can still claim we are a nation of law when our leaders suffer no consequences for their crimes.

The Republicans can feign shock at such suggestions, and the Democrats can attempt to ignore the anger of the people, even as Obama skirts the issue with his remark that “No one is above the law,” which becomes a hollow platitude when divested from the will to prosecute War Crimes committed by the Bush-Cheney regime.  At the end of our days as a nation, should this sorry state of affairs be our undoing, history will certainly condemn our lack of will to live the truth of our professed values;  the dream that was America will have become a nightmare.

But it may also be worse than that.  At the end of our days as individuals, there will only be one judge whom will be deciding our fate as continuing self-conscious, personal beings. Pleas of “It wasn’t my fault” will fall on the ear of infallible Deity;  not the bored and callow critics of the failings of a faint-hearted people.  The personal cost for the failure to live the values we say we profess in our hearts will be far more dear than the mere degradation of a failed nation.

But look you well to the goal of destiny! Pleasures are indeed suicidal if they succeed in destroying property, which has become the institution of self-maintenance; and self-gratifications have indeed cost a fatal price if they bring about the collapse of marriage, the decadence of family life, and the destruction of the home— man’s supreme evolutionary acquirement and civilization’s only hope of survival.

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3 Comments

  1. no, terry, i think you were correct, and chimpy would most certainly grill a kitteh. however, when i look at the enlarged image, i am pretty sure i see some black fur on those burgers. if that was not enough evidence, look at the smirk on barney’s face. poor miss beasley. she deserved better. 🙁

  2. Avatar Terry

    Nonnie you’re just too sharp! That shoulda been Miss Beasley!
    But yeah; Patrick will get it done; I think he’s a big enough man to have forgiven Dick for telling him to go fuck himself, but I also don’t think he’ll ever forget it. Call your first witness, Mr. Cheney. . .

  3. do i dare hope that patrick leahy really will grill the criminals from the chimpy administration, just as chimpy is grilling that poor kitteh? as for me, i’m not touching any of that meat on the grill until i know the whereabouts of miss beasley. she always got the short end of the stick, because we know that chimpy doesn’t give a shit about females.

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