A Nation of Lawns
Apologies for the week off, but I made a swing through central Ohio last weekend and it took all this time to get back in that odd combination of indolence and rage needed to write one of these things.
Also backed off paying close attention to current events, as one does not pay close attention to Niagara Falls. One does not need to. Here’s a confession - I don’t have a TV and barely listen to the radio. My news filter is newspapers (Chicago has two, on either end of ‘okay’) and what I read on the WWW.
I have made a general point of not commenting on the disaster in Iraq, only because that kind of thing is done so well elsewhere. Anyone with any sense can see that even as a putative experiment in Institutional optimism, things are going very poorly there indeed. How poorly? If our loyal secretary of state must needs be photographed wearing a flak jacket and helmet to walk from plane to terminal at the start of her most recent visit - two years after her chipper boss declared major combat over - the answer is pretty fucking poorly.
But the administration is defending smaller and smaller pieces of territory everywhere now. The Newsweek error, and its bewildering aftermath shows they are arguing for little more than debate points, leaving the real world i n the hands of their natural rivals and sworn enemies. Thing is that no one doubts something very like desecration took place, not even the administration supporters who only weeks ago were assuring each other that this sort of thing, though very rough in deed, was necessary if freedom is to prevail.
It should be pretty clear by now that these jerks could talk themselves into supporting anything, and that all they have now is talk anyway. Action has left them behind and their only recourse - I was going t o say hope, but they have none - their only recourse is to energize their ever-dwindling base with mock outrage. But all the talk only brings most people back to the initial point that they, in their quest as well-meaning citizens of the New World for the high ground - have treated the people they need to reach like pack animals, rewarded for acquiescence and flogged mercilessly for any stalling or fight of their own.
Here’s something I saw in central Ohio, ‘round about Marengo, I think. It was a lawn ornament store with featured a large piece close to the road, the silhouette of a soldier kneeling before a cross with a helmet hanging from it. It does not take much of an abstract frame of mind to recognize a grave of a fallen comrade. Now the maudlin sentimentality of America is as bottomless as her capacity to be betrayed. Both sentimentality and betrayal have kicked in now in full force, and a certain recognizable smell - I think it is napalm in the morning - is drifting up from our yards.
Also backed off paying close attention to current events, as one does not pay close attention to Niagara Falls. One does not need to. Here’s a confession - I don’t have a TV and barely listen to the radio. My news filter is newspapers (Chicago has two, on either end of ‘okay’) and what I read on the WWW.
I have made a general point of not commenting on the disaster in Iraq, only because that kind of thing is done so well elsewhere. Anyone with any sense can see that even as a putative experiment in Institutional optimism, things are going very poorly there indeed. How poorly? If our loyal secretary of state must needs be photographed wearing a flak jacket and helmet to walk from plane to terminal at the start of her most recent visit - two years after her chipper boss declared major combat over - the answer is pretty fucking poorly.
But the administration is defending smaller and smaller pieces of territory everywhere now. The Newsweek error, and its bewildering aftermath shows they are arguing for little more than debate points, leaving the real world i n the hands of their natural rivals and sworn enemies. Thing is that no one doubts something very like desecration took place, not even the administration supporters who only weeks ago were assuring each other that this sort of thing, though very rough in deed, was necessary if freedom is to prevail.
It should be pretty clear by now that these jerks could talk themselves into supporting anything, and that all they have now is talk anyway. Action has left them behind and their only recourse - I was going t o say hope, but they have none - their only recourse is to energize their ever-dwindling base with mock outrage. But all the talk only brings most people back to the initial point that they, in their quest as well-meaning citizens of the New World for the high ground - have treated the people they need to reach like pack animals, rewarded for acquiescence and flogged mercilessly for any stalling or fight of their own.
Here’s something I saw in central Ohio, ‘round about Marengo, I think. It was a lawn ornament store with featured a large piece close to the road, the silhouette of a soldier kneeling before a cross with a helmet hanging from it. It does not take much of an abstract frame of mind to recognize a grave of a fallen comrade. Now the maudlin sentimentality of America is as bottomless as her capacity to be betrayed. Both sentimentality and betrayal have kicked in now in full force, and a certain recognizable smell - I think it is napalm in the morning - is drifting up from our yards.

