Odd
More stuff at Salon re Bush's alleged earpiece.
It amuses me. Must confess those photos look pretty convincing. I mean, unless his personal tailor's got some weird quirk wherein he always leaves a bulge large enough for a modest-sized radar dome in the middle of the back when making suits and shirts, it does seem hard to explain... and the transceiver idea would explain a few things about his weirdly telegraphic speak/vacant pause/speak/vacant pause thing...
But, I mean, the fact the man's a bit... well... challenged would also explain that. And even if there is something solid in that bulge, is everyone so sure it's a transceiver back there? I mean, I can think of any number of other possibilities. Including:
Still. Beautifully poetic illustration. Yes, I mean, we've always assumed the guy was at least figuratively a marionette, at least as much as was Reagan. But to have him literally on a remote control? That's got a certain poetry about it... One entirely appropriate to the reality of electoral politics in so many modern democracies, in which the candidate frequently has about the same relationship with the policies he claims to speak to as the replaceable plastic celebrity hawking soft drinks during the commerical break has with the pointless product their image is supposed to sell (and to continue with the metaphor, both the policies being sold and the soft drink in question will probably eventually kill you, but you're not supposed to care about that-- you're not to look at the toxic brew being foisted upon you, but at the vacantly smiling yutz holding it up to the camera for you... though I digress, as is customary)...
Yep. Pay no attention to the oligarchy behind the curtain.
It amuses me. Must confess those photos look pretty convincing. I mean, unless his personal tailor's got some weird quirk wherein he always leaves a bulge large enough for a modest-sized radar dome in the middle of the back when making suits and shirts, it does seem hard to explain... and the transceiver idea would explain a few things about his weirdly telegraphic speak/vacant pause/speak/vacant pause thing...
But, I mean, the fact the man's a bit... well... challenged would also explain that. And even if there is something solid in that bulge, is everyone so sure it's a transceiver back there? I mean, I can think of any number of other possibilities. Including:
- a goiter... which, in the fashion of the man upon which it has grown, has become slightly lost
- an evil Puppet Masters-esque alien, jacked into his brain stem--a la Heinlein's nasty squishy things (this one, apparently, from the distant planet 'Neocon', where, strangely, the fundamental laws of nature are radically different, and pandering voodoo economics actually works)
- an evil telepathic midget, channelling Karl Rove
- an evil telepathic midget, channelling Dick Cheney
- the jar wherein he keeps the atrophied remains of his conscience
- a package of distinctly scary, obsessive love letters, from Ann Coulter
- a package of distinctly scary, obsessive love letters, from Rush Limbaugh... along with a (somewhat thin) lock of his hair
- the plastic Fisher-Price phone he got for his fifth birthday, on which he talks to God
- several thousand missing Florida ballots, from the last presidential election...
Still. Beautifully poetic illustration. Yes, I mean, we've always assumed the guy was at least figuratively a marionette, at least as much as was Reagan. But to have him literally on a remote control? That's got a certain poetry about it... One entirely appropriate to the reality of electoral politics in so many modern democracies, in which the candidate frequently has about the same relationship with the policies he claims to speak to as the replaceable plastic celebrity hawking soft drinks during the commerical break has with the pointless product their image is supposed to sell (and to continue with the metaphor, both the policies being sold and the soft drink in question will probably eventually kill you, but you're not supposed to care about that-- you're not to look at the toxic brew being foisted upon you, but at the vacantly smiling yutz holding it up to the camera for you... though I digress, as is customary)...
Yep. Pay no attention to the oligarchy behind the curtain.
posted by AJM at 9:42 a.m. (Permanent Link)
