Dinosaur! An Essay after the State of the Onion Address

Dinosaur
An essay after the State of the Onion Address
February 1, 2006


Visions of T-Rex intruded on my mind’s eye, twisting his Big Head back and forth, bellowing a putrefied roar in that grating Texas accent. I was actually brought to tears, again, at last night’s State of the Onion address on Capitol Hill.

Why I watch I do not know, but perhaps I hope I might catch a glimpse of democracy somewhere in the night’s dark drama.

Instead I am assaulted with that sound, that grating sound that haunts me whenever he utters the word “Whhiiinnn” (as in Whhiiinnn in EYE-raq or Whhiiinnn the American public will) and levels his beady eye upon his victims.

Fortunately the raging of a dinosaur on Capitol Hill is falling on more and more deaf ears. Dinosaur language about moral and military ascendancy is anti-democratic and promotes isolationism.

Citizens of the Real World feel the lasting tragedy of dead or maimed children coming home from a failing war. We struggle more to pay our bills, and we worry about the future while corporate giants benefit from dinosaur economics. Exxon’s $36 billion Quarter Profit is the latest example of corporate greed in the face of citizens struggling to pay increased gas costs. What’s positive about that?

The only sign of hope I saw was the Dems cheering their victory over stopping T-Rex’s assault on social security and medical insurance. I was thrilled to see the democratic forces finally rallying openly against the reptiles across the aisle.

Still, seeing T-Rex at the head of our great country makes me weep. As he tramples the world with his fetid breath, the odor of a dying ideology, the world is turning away from us and our opponents grow in numbers.

Last night I was reminded of the Big Headed British in India during the 1950’s. Facing the little, brown man of peace, the T-Rex’s of that era Just Didn’t Get It either!

George is bellowing as the meteor hurtles toward the Hill. Soon the small, resilient forces of truth will propagate a new American society. Indeed it is already making its mark on American soil.

Only two more years!


Susan Feathers Williams
Hunkered Down in Tucson, Arizona