A Letter to The Bellingham Herald
And so the inaugural day nonsense rolls into action. I trust we all
have our rotten eggs to hand? Let's hope that the surviving victims
of the Tsunami, as they begin to succumb to disease and famine, will
be fitted out with at least one TV and generator per 500 people so they
can watch the idiot frat boy whoopin' it up and surreptitiously swiggin'
from a hip flask beneath the table and grinning and smacking his rich
kid lips like their mothers, fathers, sons, daughters and friends hadn't
just been wiped out.
I certainly don't remember the big bash less than a month after 9/11,
a disaster one fiftieth of the scale of this one. Would have been seen
as poor taste, don't you know? I hope those people are watching. Just
as Prince Harry's silly Nazi uniform is one more nail in the Royal families
coffin so this ridiculous self congratulation will be one more nail
in the coffin of this brutal form of winner-takes-all and screw the
rest of you capitalism.