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Saturday, October 15, 2005

THE CRYPT OF FUTILITY


America will soon have to pack away its little treasures, the forget-me-nots and relics of unwholesome war, and lay them in the vast crypt of futility. But before the massive door swings on its creaking hinges and slams tight, we should consider the parable of Kong.

Kong grew addicted to television, and he was expendable. And General Electric Television (NBC),-- what's not to believe? They finally did the right thing, and told him, showed him really, that the President's "spontaneous" interview with our soldiers in Iraq was a faked-up event;--and then happened to mention that the President's whole four-and-a-half years of "public venue" amounted to nothing but a stage-managed facade.

Let no one tell you that beauty killed the beast. No. It was the charade that killed him.

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