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With Soldiers Gone Wild spring-break videography. I wrote an deliberately, egregiously offensive piece called 'Neocon Allegory' many months back, in which Dick Cheney anally title rapes and murders an Iraqi boy. It was the most over-the-top offensive title thing I could come up with, that little piece, after the unwelcome images of that tableau had gotten their claws into me, and I knew I had title to write it down to get it out of my head. I wrote it down alright, and I've thought about deleting it many times since. I'm glad now that I didn't. How horrifying is it that the central metaphors of that post -- the rape of children by Dick and George, the rape of two nations, of the whole fucking planet -- would seem to have come true, in as literal a way as one could imagine in the worst mescaline-driven nightmare? How awful that the worst metaphorical flight of nasty invention I could come up with is now a reality in fact, and it's being hidden by the powerful and ignored by the hypnotized?
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