But the dead would have no need to speak to us. For deep down we Americans already know: The dead are most eloquent in their silence, because we are so clumsy in our casuistry.
The ancient Greeks believed there existed a class of entities, known as The Furies, who spoke for the voiceless dead. The Furies are reputed to have razor-sharp teeth, hair that seethed with poison snakes -- and they are said to hold those who bear false witness, as well as those who commit crimes that go unpunished, in particular contempt. It would seem that we Americans -- and the political and media classes who reflect our murderous ignorance, hubris, and corruption -- have blundered into double-jeopardy territory here.
I have this reoccurring fantasy of The Furies showing up on C-Span. The following is a partial transcript of their testimony before a joint session of congress:
What's with all these wimpy, half-measures? Why not seek a truly bold
high: How about stripping naked, concocting an angel dust/Zima high-colonic enema, and then administering it to yourself as you hang-glide off the Washington Monument?
"At least, this insane and reckless act would be an honest, outward expression of your insane and reckless policies and their consequences.
Policies that have caused soaring deficits and environmental destruction for the sake of short-term profits; plus a spree of mindless, military adventurism that has drained the nation of blood and resources and is responsible for the unnecessary deaths of tens of thousands. Moreover, like the flight of a hang glider, piloted by a junky on an angel dust/Zima enema bender, you will rain sh*t upon anything in your path, before the whole craven and demented undertaking comes crashing down to earth."
Phil Rockstroh, a self-described, auto-didactic, gasbag monologist, is a poet, lyricist and philosopher bard living in New York City. He maybe contacted at: philangie2000@yahoo.com
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