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Jewish World Review Dec. 31 /6 Teves, 5764
James Lileks
For the Left and Right, Some New Year's Resolutions
I resolve to examine at least one of the president's statements, acts,
gestures or facial expressions without first insisting it proves that the
man is a stupid chimp evil liar poopypants plastic-turkey-holding DRAFT
DODGER MY G-D CAN'T YOU PEOPLE SEE HIM FOR WHAT HE IS?
I resolve to calm down. There. Let's take another run at that:
I resolve to consider that not everything Bush says is a lie. Example: If
Bush says that "two plus two equals four," I will not spit "Oh, that's Enron
math" and spend the rest of the day rebalancing my checkbook in Base
Eight. Likewise: I resolve to entertain the idea that he has his own ideas.
He is not motivated by a Halliburton-built ankle bracelet that delivers
powerful shocks when he strays from the Zionist-Oilman agenda.
I resolve to grasp the absurdity of appearing on national talk shows to
insist that our freedom of speech has disappeared.
I resolve, as a purely abstract philosophical matter, to consider the
possibility that France may not have America's best interests as the
guiding principle of its foreign policy.
I resolve to be more precise in my language. When I am tempted to
criticize the administration for being "pre-emptive," I will recall that
arresting all the hijackers on Sept. 10, 2001, would have been, well,
pre-emptive, and that I might well have protested this indefensible act of
"profiling." When I want to insist that the Iraqi campaign was "unilateral,"
I resolve to remind myself that dozens of nations assisted, and many
have lost soldiers in the conflict. I will permit myself to point out, with the
faintest of sneers, that some of these countries are small and
unimportant.
But I resolve to let at least a minute pass before I accuse the
administration of contemptuous high-handedness toward our allies. By
which I mean France.
I resolve to ask myself whether my attachment to French approval is
uncomfortably analogous to a high school chess geek mooning after the
lovely but haughty cheerleader who regards everyone with bemused
contempt. She winked once. That was weeks ago. Was it all a tease?
I resolve to accept the election returns, and not spend my precious
mortal allotment in the humid chambers of the Internet message boards,
insisting that BushCo obviously stole the election in 46 states. Perhaps
Howard Dean will lose because he suggested that the governor of a
tiny, toy-sized state knew more about the military and foreign policy than
a man whose policies toppled the Taliban in Afghanistan and the
Baathists of Iraq, and brought Libya to heel. I resolve to deal with it and
move on.
Meanwhile, I resolve to admit I'd be delighted to impeach Bush for lying
to a grand jury. Even about sex. Especially about sex.
For Bush fans:
Whenever I believe that the president always and only acts from
high-minded principle, I resolve to say the words "steel tariffs" and
"campaign finance reform bill" in a soft, regretful voice. I resolve to recall
the new prescription drug benefit, which sounds nice now but is an
entitlement that will grow until it mandates government-funded
Pepto-Bismol on tap in every house. And I really, truly resolve not to
wish the whole "nukyular" pronunciation thing didn't dismay me at the
molekyular level.
I resolve not to worry that things will go so well people feel comfortable
voting for a Hillary-Clark ticket in '08. What if they recycle the '92
mantras, and cosset a quiescent public with the empty promise of
"change" for the mere sake of change? Will we be so shortsighted that
we turn over our security to the same crew of internationalists and
appeasers? No!
Resolved: We jump off that bridge when we come to it.
Finally: I resolve not to gloat. This bitter partisanship is destructive to
our nation. No gloating in November.
Resolved: Save the gloating for Inauguration Week!
12/22/03: Dean's black helicopters
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