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FvCKBrUSH Ritual Monologue
This is it.
At this point, it appears a monkey has thrown shit into a fan somewhere.... Gov. Bush is pissed, striding around a room somehwere screaming at Jeb internally for fucking what should have been a simple plan. Ah, the joys of politics. He should have ulcers by now, eyes blood shot. The t.v. announcers are tired and plead with the audience to just shut off the T.V. They are on edge, on air non-stop for almost ten straight hours. Their deterioration mimics my own, yet I sit here, focused on the triple-thorn curse I've placed on Georgie-boy.
The ghosts of all the innocent dead crowd the back of George Bush's head. He wants a drink, now more than ever in his life. There are spots in front of his eyes, those bright purple flashes that come on when you've been awake for days and your dealer just ran out of coke. He knows this feeling well, but it's been days since he's seriously considered calling Ringo on the private line. Ringo's stuff is the best, has been for years ever since the Skull & Bones get together in '93.
Ralph Nader has done his part, he's added to the chaos to give the Green Party a name for itself in the States. It had to occur, and Ralph knew if he didn't do it there wouldn't be a big name to draw people's attention to the Green Party. He gave it legitamacy, helped it rise from its anarcho-communist roots into a viable alternative to a lot of people from here on out.
Thanks to a very strange twist, typos and alignments on the ballot cards have brought even more chaos into the evening. This has turned into a historic occasion. Is this a direct result of the chaos rite I've helped instigate? Perhaps my chaos rite is a direct result of what is occuring. Live rites can cause chaos... that's the point here. If I was using accounting magick, this would have been over clearly in Gore's favor, perhaps, but I don't know accounting magick. Plus, there's the adrenaline. I went and figured out a way to get excited about politics, I applied chaos magick.
Of course, my girlfriend would say it's ego inflation at it's worst.
She comes out, hands me a joint, checks the t.v., and takes the nuts away from me. She's spending the evening in yahoo chat, keeping others up to date on the Race and just generally having a good time. It's 3:52 am, November 8th, and William Shatner is telling me about his vacation plans.
Aaron says that the Knight of Pentacles will win. A male who wishes to develop the work side of his life. Someone who gives a shit about earth, who seeks it out in primal form, an environmentalist. I can't see Bush wanting to work a day in his life, let alone develop it. Gore, the enviro-techno friendly genius, is definately earthy, stable, and poised. He's the Knight of Pentacles.
But that's not the issue. The issue is that Florida has to recount it's votes, & no one right now has any idea what's going to happen. What's happening is chaos. The waves of the old and the new crashing, all parties involved in this election are riveted, drawn to the flicker of this neon engine. It is run on ads, funded with commercials, and broadcasting live, non-stop. I can't stop watching. It's better than pot.
There he is, the spokesman of George Bush, thanking us for our support - we hope & believe we've elected next pres of the U.S...." and more idioms, ego-strokings, and bullshit. Now its becoming idiotic. It's all in the margin of error. This is not what happens normally. Something Happened.
Gore has already won the popular vote. That means everyone is going to be recounted, the entire nation. I know my vote won't be in thursday and the newscasters are begining to break out into 99 bottles of beer on the wall. Everything is getting fuzzy. Mz. Jade stands on the tarot decks to my right and watches me.
Mz. Jade is a beautiful cat. She is the dominant one in the household, although Smokey has attempted to maul her repeatedly. We keep them apart now, Smokey stays in the back room and Mz Turtlehead, Merlin, Hermes, Diva and her three unnamed week old kittens, and Mz. Jade patrol the rest of the house for screelings and the like. Always good to have a few friends nearby on those weird out-of-body deals.
So it's now Gore 249, Bush 246. If this were football we'd all be bored by now, the game would have been called. Wrestling, they'd be crawling on broken limbs and mumbling feeble curses across a screaming crowd. The shadows of the night close in and Georgie wants to sleep, wants to rest, but he can't turn off the television. He can't stop watching. His eyes burn, they are dry, he coughs, clears his throat, and sips from a plastic bottle of water.
What is Florida like? Is it filled with illegal immigrants? How many of those illegal immigrants did Jeb Bush have vote for his brother? George wonders if he should have asked him to do that... It seemed like such a good idea at the time, but what if they catch it on a recount? George sighs.
I saw his face long enough to directly draw a triple thorn on his brow. I fired just as it cut to the numbers. He says: "We're doing better in some counties than we thought" which is almost a direct admission of this very deed. I see it now, this scandal might well break the electoral college as an institution. That's political involvement at a constitutional level. If Nader hadn't been there, Gore would have swept Florida. In a way that's a reassuring sign... This is occulted at a higher level... It's about issues. People who voted for Nader voted because they were fed up with the system. They have succeeded in crashing it. I applaud that... they sought their opportunity and shouted "Legalize Pot" at just the right time to be heard around the world.
There has never been a night like this.