time for love
for questions about sex, sex, sex
do old Beats go to retire? GZO Jones headed for Brazil. We've found
scant documentation that he can even keep a beat, but that has nothing
to do with the fact that Jones always makes deadline and, one way
or another, never shies away from a question. He likes to consider
himself some sort of missing link between the 1950s and the new
century. We like to consider that he works cheap.
Dear Dr. Jones,
I notice you've been bashing Bush pretty good in recent
months. What's that all about?
There's a bumper sticker that pretty much says it all: "If
you're not outraged, you're not paying attention."
I mean, here's a guy who stole a presidential election, then
started a war so there'd be sufficient chaos and turmoil such that
enough chickenshit voters would certainly be scared away from making
the necessary change.
The unelected president and his puppeteers have been reigning
in civil liberties and lining rich folks' pockets ever since. And,
for good measure, they've contrived gay marriage and other non-issues
just to stir up their base. It's not that anybody should be prevented
from marrying anyone they're lucky enough to fall in love with (remember
the good ole days, when gay people were castigated for being too
promiscuous?). It's that there's simply no earthly reason to make
such a big deal about it other than the fact that the guy
and his handlers know that the knee-jerk response of Middle America
will be to their liking.
Then, the president brags that he does what he does because
God tells him to.
I'm not sure if you realize it, but the rest of the world has
an amazingly strong distaste for this guy. And that doesn't bode
well for an already precarious planet and its real issues,
such as AIDS and the environment problems that can best be
solved by cooperation. And that's not to mention terrorism, which,
let's face it, would be much better handled by some semblance of
global cooperation. Or an administration that at least attacked
the right country.
Sometimes I'm frighteningly glad I live in Brazil. Other times
I'm ashamed of myself for not being closer to the fight.
And sometimes I long for the days when all you dear readers
sent were questions about sex, sex, sex.