Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Mike Malloy Sings My Lullabies

As our country slipped deeper and deeper into the destructive darkness of the Cheney administration's wanton war profiteering, Mike Malloy's rants became my lullabies.

I was reeling against the Bush candidacy from the beginning because I knew Mr. Cheney from before. I knew he pushed Trickle Down and War Up. Secretary of Defense pushes privatization of the military, then serves as head of the main contractor, and then, well I declare, there he is-- up for VP, so I was too chicken to vote Nader, even in our safe state.

Yet the nightmare came to pass, the USA chose the Frat Boy over the Geek because of the Beer Factor. Well, actually, I agree with Michael Moore that there was an arrogant coup d'etat and we were there -- spun and hoodwinked to the max. No US major media ran Greg Palast's reports on Florida vote caging before the election of 2000. Jeb told CBS the story wasn't true, you see...

So thank god Mike Malloy came onto my airwaves at bedtime on Green 960 (not called that at the time). He recommends
War is a Racket by Smedley Butler. Love that title. I also still remember a talk by Seymour Melman on the Permanent War Economy, decades ago. Dear Mike Malloy saved my sanity as the Cheney administration pushed the country from horror to horror. Getting softie Dems to cave to the old cons-- golly ya gotta be bipartisan and such. As I was reeling and squirming and repulsed, Mike was too -- he knew I wasn't crazy having flashbacks-- dangerous criminals were definitely returning to seats of power and we should indeed be screaming. His ranting under my pillow was necessary and cathartic as our country violated each one of the tenuous bounds of civility it still upheld.

Mike remembers the cast of characters we have been watching for years. Excellent historical knowledge as a long time newsman informs all of his commentaries. Those who've been life long news junkies like me (Wanna come see my tapes of the BCCI hearings?) will appreciate his contextual awareness and come to love it.

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