(Issued as a work in progress)
The American Ambassador, Smith Hempstone went native acquiring a legendary taste for Nyama choma and Tusker. When he wasn’t engaging in the Kenyan pastime of barroom politicking he returned to his bunker on the corner of Moi and Haile Sellassie Avenues to receive delegations of anti-government elements. His wholehearted support for
Always the book. Saving
A few short years later that bunker was rocked by a huge explosion. Many Kenyans died that day. Far more Kenyans than Americans. But the Kenyans didn’t get eulogized by CNN; at least not in the way the American ‘martyrs’ were. The Kenyans were a mere body count. Yet another statistic streaming at the bottom of the page to the mundane dirge of football and NHL scores.
Then 9/11 happened and
9/11: an attack on the civilized by the so called uncivilized. A raison-d’etre for the tyranny of the self-declared civilized.
9/11: more than just a date, an event. A turning point. A veritable monument in the history of man; only rivaled by the death of Christ. Humanity has only known three eras: the BC, the Anno Domini and Post 9/11.
If George Bush could count this would be year 5, P-9/11 in Bushian Reckoning. But even though he didn’t decree that we adjust our calendars, he did adjust the way that we live. In this age, you cannot have a wedding party anywhere from
Last Christmas at a White House party George Bush overhead an aide state: in
…and the hapless fishermen, women and children on hearing the sound of approaching aircraft ran into the village square with arms wide open to catch food rations. What they caught was a Christmas present a la George Bush. KABOOM! Shortly thereafter, CNN reported the killing, in
The villagers in that remote outpost had never heard of Al Qaeda and George Bush; they never will.