Introducing a New Art Form: The Bog

Actually, this art form is isn’t really new, and maybe not even an art form, because everyone is already familiar with The Bog, which is located just south of Quagmire, well west of Plain Old Mire, next door to Muck, and across the way from The Fens. All these places are now well known, since the U.S.A.’s Cheney Administration (i.e., America’s Bushmen, a.k.a. Swamp Things) dragged us into and through these locales and then abandoned us, up to our ass in you know what.

This web bog is devoted to understanding how and why the American people, justifiably admired by everyone, including you and me, for their talent and devotion to profitable effort, nonetheless keep electing venal, inept, stupid, and / or uneducated “leaders” such as Disgraced President Kniksen and Real President Cheney

It is my intention (my referring to me, the bogger) to do as much original research and investigation as my time, ability, and connections will allow me to. Granted, I have little ability and no connections whatever, but I have shitloads of time, and expect to use it (them?), though probably not immoderately.

I’ve already scored some major investigative successes, which I intend to inflict on y’all over the next handful of periods of time. For example, I have been given access to all the public and private papers and records of Real President Cheney on the condition that I not share them with Congresspeople or the news media. But he didn’t tell me I couldn’t put them on the in-turd net.

You have the opportunity to taste the first fruits of this Scoop on this very day. I hope it will be a small contribution to our understanding how we got bogged down in these mirish quagmirable fens, the Eye Wrackie wetlands and drylands.

A final note before sharing the first of these papers: I have hitherto been using made-up names to protect the sensibilities of people who might throw up hearing the real names. By this I mean that Kniksen and Cheney are fake names. Well, not Kniksen. But "Cheney" is a Nom de Bog. There’s no one, or at least no human being, by this name. However, I will make no attempt to disguise the names in any of the documents that I boggify or those from which I draw vitally informative vital information.

N.B. – This bog will make slightly more sense, insofar as it makes any at all, if y’all readers acquaint y’all’s selves with the who and what, which y’all’ll find under the postings “How We Talk,” a Bushmanese lexicon , and “Dramatis Personae,” a Registry of America’s Bushmen: The Harmful People .


Sunday, July 22, 2007

Why We Fight I: The Bravehawk Imperative

The Bravehawk Imperative

After deciding that Freedonian Leader H.E. Rufus T. Firefly must go, Mrs. Teasdale turned to the one man who she thought had the drive to, once and for all, utterly destroy the nonexistent Sylvania Alliance: the Beloved Student Deferment Bravehawk. He accepted the appointment on the condition that he be allowed to search for, find, and put into office someone else who would speak nothing except what had been approved by the Beloved and would think nothing at all, in fact be incapable of thought. Mrs. Teasdale agreed.

After the Beloved outlined his program to pretend there was such a thing as the Sylvania Alliance and to raise bloody hell in every corner of nthe world, Mrs. Teasdale invited Doctrix Candalabreeza Cruella de Vile, Professor of Anatomy and Silly Walks at Huxley College, where she studied under the fabled Prof. Wagstaff, to submit her ideas for the implementation of the Bravehawk Plan directly to the Beloved himself.

S T O P

If you’re a Congressperson or a news medium, you must stop reading and close this bog immediately. If you fail to heed this fair warning, the Gugol boys and Yahoo!!!!!!!! will tell Beloved Bravehawk on you.

TO: The Beloved S.D. Bravehawk, Nascent Real President and Chief 5-Percenter for Hallitosis Gummint Contracts

FROM: Candalabreeza Cruella de Vile (Dr.), Would-Be Advisrette to Anyone Who Might Pretend to Listen

SUBJECT: It’s Not Always Academic

DATE: Sept. 10, 1999

Revered Hon. Beloved Sir:

At Mrs. G. Teasdale’s suggestion, I am submitting these views to you in response to your request to her to find someone who “has some good ideas on how we can either tell the whole world to go fuck itself or in fact ourselves totally fuck up them that don’t go fuck themselves.” I believe I have some good ideas, which involve two approaches: (1) to make the minimum number of decisions and actions that will cause the maximum number of governments and peoples to hate us, and (2) to change every regime possible including those – especially those, in fact – that might support us.

I think the most promising area of the world for a start is the Middle East, because there is already a vast potential for us to make people hate us – i.e., it will take very little action to turn not only nearly everyone in that region against us but hundreds of millions, maybe billions, of people elsewhere. No place else could we get as much buck for our bang.

What we have to do is invade somebody. If we go after a Muslim country, there’s a good chance we could make enemies of all Muslims everywhere, even inside our own country. Now anybody might do: Algeria, Mauritania, Somalia, Indonesia, Pakistan, Malaysia. Well, maybe Spinach Sahara wouldn’t do. But I think we would be most successful if we chose a country right in the thick of the Muslim world. Saudi Arabia is obviously not a good target, nor any of the Gulf states, since Hallitosis has important assets there. But we could take on the Eye Wrackies, the Assyrians, or the Jordanaires, and no one except the Muslim world and everybody else would even notice. The exceptions would be your fellow Freedonians, who would either not notice or be gratified that we were kicking the turd out of people with extremely limited ability to defend themselves, whereas your Base would certainly notice and be proud of you. I speak, of course, of the Retro Radicals and the faith-full membership of the Freedonians United in Can-do and Know-how.

At the same time, my calculations suggest that we could cause regime change in such Western countries as Spain, Italy, and Echolalia.

In summary, we must consistently seek out and discover the moral, fair, legal, intelligent action or policy and then do the opposite. And, above all, we must not talk to anybody, friend or foe, about anything.

For, you see, Beloved Bravehawk, people will never care about what we do, only what we say.

I would very much like to sit down with you, or have your people meet my people, except that I don’t have any people, so we, or somebody, could discuss my ideas in greater detail. Also, what salary would you pay me? Anything like what you make for Hallitosis?

Your More Obedient Than You Can Possibly Imagine Servant,

Candalabreeza Cruella de Vile (Dr.)

Who? What? Bog Readers, and this means you, will want to know who these people are and what they’re talking about. There are two tools of non-pareil importance in following the history of the Bravehawk Conspiracy: “How We Talk,” a Bushmanese lexicon , and “Dramatis Personae,” a Registry of America’s Bushmen: The Harmful People . Czech ‘em out.

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