Dear Diary,
We had a sub again today. The other children used to love her, but today they became so irate that they pelted her with pencil erasers. I think something like that happened in Lord of the Flies.
I think some people need to be angry and fight about stuff to make themselves feel better than some other people. Some kids use lots of confusing Latin phrases because it makes them sound cool, but I think it makes them sound more stupider. It must be hard to live like that.
Today, I was listening to the radio and I threw up in my mouth.
Some lady on NPR was interviewing some pastor in Pennsylvania. I think he may have been insane, or possibly even nuts, because he kept talking about the president's Moral Clarity. I've seen the guy at work, Diary, and he is neither moral nor... clear. Anyway, the man said that Mr. Bush stood for Moral Clarity in these times when we need it more than ever. Then the pastor said that we haven't had Moral Clairty for a long time.
Then the pastor started talking about how Mr. Bush is a "straight-talker" and a "straight-shooter" and how he can just picture George "on his ranch in Texas... riding his horse across the range." I could just see him gushing to the reporter, hands clasped, eyes closed and lifted slightly to the heavens, baring his yellowed teeth, a silver thread of saliva swinging from the corner of his fevered grin.
That was when I threw up I my mouth.
I think he said something about George being a just man, and that we all had to trust him, no matter what he did... but I'm not sure, because I was trying to identify what I had eaten for lunch. I think it was either nachos or sewage.
Then his Junior-pastor-in-training stepped up to the interviewer. He said how much he hates those that sling mud against the president, and how it just makes him so angry. That was cool. I'll bet his face got real red, and I bet if he pulled at his collar, steam would come out like in the cartoons. That's funny.
Then the interviewer went to a diner and interviewed an older-sounding lady. She talked about how much she believed in Mr. Bush, and how she was so supportive when we were going to war. She said that we were threatened, and that we needed to do that... to go to war and all. Then she started to talk about how we didn't find any weapons of massive destruction. Then she started to say that she really just needed to believe that our president was doing the right thing. She said that she had to believe. She said it over and over, and toward the end, her voice began to tremble, and she cried.
She said that she had to believe.
This why I hate Mr. Bush. All over the country, there are well-meaning folks like the old lady. There are also people like the pastor and his little friend, who'd gouge their own eyes out before they'd admit what is true. Moral Opacity. They truly belive that what they are doing... what they are supporting... has to be the right thing.
We should always remember the old lady in the diner, and how she cried and said that she had to believe, and we should remember what the good pastor said about Moral Clarity, and we should hang onto that image of George Bush riding across the range on that horse, right into the sunset, shooting and talking straight, and our Moral Clarity will guide us as we work, every day, to do that itty-bitty little tiny miniscule little bit that we can do to help save our country... to help that old lady get her hope back.
I bet she has a beautiful smile.