Naturally a compulsive blogger such as myself is given pause by the Advent of the O. Does it usher in a new Era of Good Feeling where my admittedly satirical instincts will be inappropriate, even mean spirited? Maybe so. I take heart, however, in early signs from the Obama Administration that many of the lampoonable features of the Bush years will survive in the Years of Change.
January 23, 2009
January 22, 2009
We come now to the curious case of Senator John Cornyn of Texas, who is holdng up the confirmation of President Obama's choice for Attorney General, Eric Holder, until Mr. Holder comes clean on whether he intends to prosecute Americans for torture. Since we live in Wonderland, you of course already know that Cornyn needs to be reassured that Holder won't.
January 20, 2009
I imagine that at some point later in the day, maybe after he woke up from a nap aboard his flight to Texas, someone tentatively explained to George W. Bush that he had been dissed by the following passage in President Obama's inaugural speech:
January 19, 2009
This is my own photograph of the Dr. King mural in the basement of the Dexter Avenue King Memorial Baptist Church in Montgomery, Alabama. Martin Luther King, Jr. served as pastor there from 1954 to 1960, in the earliest days of the Civil Rights Movement. I stood looking at the mural for a long time one afternoon in April, 2004, in the course of a long drive across the United States and through my distant memories of the Deep South. I was emotionally overcome by the sheer power of the art; the painting is simple, direct, but it contains everything. You can see Rosa Parks, the buses organized by Dr. King as an alternative to the segregated buses of Montgomery, George Wallace, the Klan, the Capitol just up the street. It was a quiet afternoon in this little museum, this shrine to Dr. King. I was just about the only patron, and it felt almost silly to stand there with tears rolling down my cheeks. Almost, but not really.
January 18, 2009
My recent screed on George W. Bush will be my last. At this point (well before this point, really) we have crossed the line of diminishing returns in talking about W. He was never that personally interesting; he was only interesting as a phenomenon, to wit, how could an advanced country, the world leader in so many ways, find itself in the position of having Bush as its President? Herein lie the disturbing riddle and the question fraught with significance.