December 10, 2003
TOWN HALL MEETINGS
A big "Town Hall Meeting" tomorrow from 5 until 6:30. A new Dear Leader will be introduced, a few ominous pronouncements will be made regarding our own fates. Of course by 5PM the death squads will have been busy all day, executing the hapless ex-Big Dog Level 3's who didn't make the Cut. Even sentinel dogs can't detect those Terminators.
I love the way they call these things Town Hall Meetings. The idea, of course, is to engender a sense of warmth, community, and good fellowship as the chain guns work. The name never fooled me. Any kid who grew up watching Westerns knows only one thing ever comes out of town hall meetings: Lynch Mobs. The Mayor gets shouted down, the Preacher gets tomatoes and cabbages thrown at him, and The Sheriff (or if it's a high-grade Western, The Marshal), who had the good sense not to attend the fiasco in the first place, sits in the jailhouse, ramming cartridges into weapons.
Mob killings are not the sole province of the white-sheeters, you know. Ask Joseph Smith, if you're ever vacationing in the polyamory wing of Purgatory.
Who will the new leader be? And have I properly deployed the correct mixture of obsequiousness, arrogance, and gotdam uber-competence to the Right Person? Who gives a shit? It's all about the pageantry, isn't it?
Well, on the bright side, at least it's not a "Fireside Chat". That sounds as if it could be a little more painful, as they hold your feet to the fire while whispering sweet platitudes in your ear...
Good luck, Scout.
Posted by: rick at December 11, 2003 11:55 AM