Thursday, September 23, 2004
(1:18 AM) | Adam Kotsko:
OMG, I'm so intimidated!
You know, the government is really cracking down on dissent nowadays -- planting FBI agents in protest groups in order to cause trouble and justify harsh law enforcement, detaining US citizens for no particular reason, tricking Dan Rather into airing a news segment based on forged documents -- and I wonder if it might not be time to shut down Ye Olde Weblog before they come calling for me. I mean, I've referred to US bombing raids as cowardly, I've said that President Bush is going to hell, I've repeated posted embarrassing pictures of the president, Anthony's a fucking communist -- plus I link to such dissentious sites as the evil Canadian wood s lot or that wily Frenchman, Michael Bérubé.So maybe it'd be better, I'm thinking, to just play it safe and shut the site down, so that I don't get arrested after Bush gets re-elected -- or, more precisely, after writing the kind of thing that I will write if Bush gets re-elected. (
Of course, if I'm in jail or indefinitely detained, that means I can't get drafted, so that's another factor to consider. I hear Iran is beautiful in January, and I mean, I love their rugs, but I'd just as soon stay in the old U. S. of A., assuming that's what it's still called at that point. I'd try to sneak in a copy of the Constitution and memorize it, then I could recite it to the guards and we'd all laugh and laugh. "That old thing!" they'd say. "Why, that was abolished November 4, after Our Leader rightly interpreted his 1.5% margin of victory to be an unlimited mandate for life-long dictatorial power and the institution of mandatory military service for all Americans under the age of 45." Then I'd ask if I could have a cigarette, and they'd be like, "No, this is a Christian nation -- that's illegal."
All in all, jail might not be too bad. If I survived, I could write huge fucking books that no one would ever read, but everyone would "admire," so that would at least help me through the Third Great Depression. (The Second happened when I was in jail.) I'd settle down and marry the girl of my dreams, and we'd buy up a few acres of the parched desert in Illinois and pretend to have our own little farm -- at least until the Hordes came through.
Alright, so it's settled -- I'm keeping The Weblog going.
