A recent poll tells us that one in two Americans now believe Saddam was responsible for the attack on the World Trade Centre.
{I missed that the first time through LeCarr�'s phillipic J'Accuse.
but of course we're not really talking about the truth anymore are we? like abortion, like Darwin, like Jesus, like Communism, like drugs, like same-sex, like all of it, the thing behind the words is gone. it's about the flag as gang-colors. it's about freedom as a battle-cry, entirely separate from the idea of actually being free. it's about the inevitable Cain and Abel circumstance that time itself is bringing to all of us. they're fighting for their lives, those people. nothing more or less than that. it has to be disguised now in moral terms, in order for the raw animal competition to remain invisible, disguised, unspoken. so the WTC towers become an unjoined cross, burning in the small-town night sky. it doesn't matter if it's lit by kerosene flames or neon gas. what it stands for is their lives. not the ones who died there on that day in 2001. the lives of the people who now think Saddam blew those towers up.}
