The Gideonse Bible   With the beard? Yeah, you!

From my moleskine notebook, as scribbled on the afternoon of January 20, 2005:

I am waiting in the waiting room at Cabrini Medical Center. Rob had to have some minor surgery and we thought he would be in and out in an hour, by 2pm. Of course, they “took him up” an hour and 45 minutes late and so I’ve been sitting here in the reception area of the ambulatory surgery wing–which was decorated by a disciple of Patrick Nagel.

Like this, but less artful. Sadly, I wish I’d noticed the hideous, fading posters sooner. I could have focused on them instead of CNN’s inane coverage of the Inauguration. I guess it could be worse; it could be Fox News’ coverage, which I’m sure was modeled after Leni Riefenstahl.

Oh, the pain of the mindless blather filling up the dead air left by the slow-speed chase that is the presidential motorcade. It’s going slower than a funeral. It is a funeral, of course. A funeral for hope. Anyway, the numb nuts on CNN are going on and on about how few protesters there are. Either it’s the weather (bad) or all the talk (propaganda) about how difficult it is to get to see the event. Ya know: security. Any excuse to clamp down on dissent and make the event seem like a coronation.

I guess I can be happy that during W’s speech, I was having lunch with a gay editor discussing a book by two lesbians. And then I put on my coat, which displayed my X-ed out W pin, and went to go take care of my homosexual lover. Ha. Fuck you, Mr. President. I’m gonna keep on with the man-on-man sex. Phht!

Still, it’s hard not to be pessimistic today; the true idiots (W, Rice, Rumsfeld) and the truly evil (Cheney, Rove) have consolidated their power and are hell-bent on destroying the New Deal and the non-Judeo-Christian world. They claim they’re on a mission from God, but their God is a beast–a cross between King Herod, Hammurabi, Zeus, and Jerry Falwell. God, if he does exist nowadays, is oblivious, unknowable, and useless. If he is around anymore, if he’s getting his hands dirty on Earth, he’s become a rather hideous, vindictive asshole. I mean, hello: The Holocaust, the 50s, the assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr., the environmental disaster of modernity, Pol Pot, AIDS, the capitalist disaster of globalism, mob-rule stupidity of the country he’s chosen to rule the world, the tsunami and global warming. As far as I’m concerned, worshiping the God of Moses and Jesus and Muhammad–the God who shows up and makes shit happen, who is responsible for human suffering and world-wide calamity–is the most pathetic example of humanity’s self-denial and/or collective stupidity. It’s even worse than helping to advertise cigarettes, denying that free contraception is the only way we can save the planet, or denying healthcare to the poor because they are poor.

God. Jesus. Get over it.

Right now Andy Card is talking about how genius W’s speech was. I hope that someday he gets to feel what it feels to be oppressed, to be jailed without cause, to be denied his marriage, to be beaten for his thoughts, to have his candy taken away and given to his worst enemies. Now he’s calling Senators Byrd and Boxer “petty, not even partisan” because they have called for debate on the confirmation of Condi Rice. Yeah, it’s soooo petty to actually debate in public whether the architect of the most disastrous foreign policy since Vietnam War should be the next Secretary of State.

These people are so evil.

UPDATE: Tonight, I watched two hours of “The West Wing,” which is so much better this year, and nearly wept because everyone was trying to do the right thing. Of course, I’d had a big glass of Jack Daniels and just worked out. But still.