A guy walks into a bar with a handful of shit,
According to the headlines, the president “killed” at the WH correspondents’ dinner.
Of course, they didn’t need quotes around “kills,” because it is probably literally true, since drones are flying 24/7 in the global war on terror. The double entendre makes the headline twice as witty.
The crimes of the United States have been systematic, constant, vicious, remorseless, but very few people have actually talked about them. You have to hand it to America. It has exercised a quite clinical manipulation of power worldwide while masquerading as a force for universal good. It’s a brilliant, even witty, highly successful act of hypnosis.
The United States no longer bothers about low intensity conflict. It no longer sees any point in being reticent or even devious. It puts its cards on the table without fear or favour. It quite simply doesn’t give a damn about the United Nations, international law or critical dissent, which it regards as impotent and irrelevant.
“Over there” doesn’t mean what it used to mean.
There’s a little disassociation [operating predator drones via satellite], but once you get inside the trailer, you’re pretty much immersed in the world over there, for a couple of hours at a time, at least.
Then you step out and, uh, go back to your family and, uh, live like anyone else.
“Over there” once meant something different, but now it’s just a day job from which you return nightly to occupy your mind on the voluptuous cushion of propaganda, living like everyone else you didn’t kill that day.
“Over there” once meant “over there” in another sense, too. These killing machines are now patrolling our borders, flying over our cities,
If the air force doesn’t retrieve it in the next couple of hours, I’m going to sell it on ebay.
The President’s joke was purely gratuitous — arbitrarily connecting presidential global assassination powers to the commonly-held, age-old fear of paternity certainty, the standard male fear of who controls reproductive rights in a male-dominated society – made only, if for any reason at all, to dull the senses to the obscenity of murder by fiat by blandly associating murder, or in this case, a not-entirely-taboo form of pre-emptive paternal “honor killing,” with the groaning laughter of a pre-stale joke, so the Jonas brothers never saw that punch-line coming.
More likely, the president lobbed that little hellfire missile out of sheer boredom among the villagers, because it’s so inconsequential, while being mildly subliminally stirring to the sexually repressed, murderous, and power-mad ideations.
He really is a funny guy.