The Year of the Green Monkey
by Colin Shea
Babylon the great is fallen, is fallen...
“And he cried mightily with a strong voice, saying, Babylon the great is fallen, is fallen, and is become the habitation of devils, and the hold of every foul spirit, and a cage of every unclean and hateful bird. For all nations have drunk of the wine of the wrath of her fornication, and the kings of the earth have committed fornication with her, and the merchants of the earth are waxed rich through the abundance of her delicacies. And I heard another voice from heaven, saying, Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues. For her sins have reached unto heaven, and God hath remembered her iniquities.”
- Revelations 18: 2 - 5
My Chinese calendar says that 2004 is the Year of the Green Monkey – and that “if this is your year, you are intelligent, liked by everyone, and will have success in any field you choose. Lucky old you!” Lucky old us, indeed. If there were a Year of the Whore, this would be it.
Given the choice between Man or Monkey, America has chosen the Monkey. One might be tempted to comment on the Monkey and his trainers, but in the end he’s only a monkey and it’s pointless to lay the blame on him. What the choice says about America is another matter.
Lincoln famously commented you can fool all of the people some of the time, or some of the people all of the time, but not all of the people all of the time. Unfortunately he was correct. The problem is that you evidently only need to fool about half of the people all the time – and this turns out to be easier to do than anyone in their right mind would have expected.
I am in shock and awe about the abysmal level of willful ignorance and pure genetic stupidity Dubya’s win implies. In that sense it was a day of vision and of revelation. I closed my eyes and saw legion upon legion of slack-jawed mental deficients shuffling out of decrepit, sweltering shacks from the Mason-Dixon line down to Key West and across to the muddy banks of the Mississippi, taking last giggly snorts of paint thinner and pinching their sisters’ nipples before staggering out to vote. Across the river were the windswept plains of the Midwest, where hard-faced men were beating their children with planks and screaming that they were godless faggots for daring to turn from Fox News to CNN. I saw ten million southern Baptists fingering their own anuses as they listened to the Dubya’s coded Biblical revelations in his weekly radio addresses, while the Mormons dressed up in their wives underwear and had circle jerks in the Temple basements while they prayed aloud for the return of national Prohibition cont'd.
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