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August 28, 1930, Aside to Gentle Reader.

Gentle Reader, I am in fine spirits at the moment, and shall remain so for at least an hour and a half.  The half will be that which I propose to spend regaling you; the full hour will be seeing how Messrs. Hannity and Colmes handle my Fox trap.

I have baited it well, if I do say so myself.  I sent them the letter from hell right after the show two nights ago, and they’ve worried since.  I do not let them rest; I hit them from whence they know not, for that is the secret of it all.  I defeat them with their own arrogance, for they have not been humiliated enough to be wise.  I am the humiliation that they deserve, and that they need to learn better than to do what they did.

Aren’t you glad you’re my Gentle Reader?  I have nothing but admiration for your talents, nothing but benign regards for your prospects.  I would bemuse you if I met you, and you would bemuse me right back.  But for all that, I am solitary, so seek me not.

Oh, the Fox trap?  It’s being set with iron jaws as I write, my friend, by the perfect accomplice, whom I really should be writing, even in preference to you, if you’ll pardon me.

 

 

Promotion orders for Candance Robison

By order of Captain Eric H. May, MI, USA, you are hereby appointed second lieutenant in Ghost Troop 3/7 Cavalry.

As I have told you, I have self-commissioned after the failure of the commander in chief to acknowledge the heroic sacrifices of his loyal soldiers on a foreign battlefield, and his suppression of the Constitutional right of the American People to know the truth.  You will continue in your current capacity until the conclusion of an appropriate time of national grief for the dead of the Battle of Baghdad has concluded.  At that point I will return command of Ghost Troop to the 3/7 Cavalry Regiment, and to the nation.

You will continue to operate independently on the home front on behalf of all military families touched by the deprivation and death of war.  You may call upon me to assist you in any way that is within my power, for all military families are my family.

Your uniform will be something that shows your sorrow for those who have fallen, and those who may fall.  Perhaps you have a black ribbon, but you decide.

You will receive no pay until the conclusion of operations, at which time I will request of the Army that it pay you for your service, at appropriate grade, from this day until discharged.

Further, I now make an award on the basis of the gallantry you have shown.  Allow me to state my reasons for you and my Gentle Reader (whom I left standing at the beginning of your letter, but who doesn’t mind now).

 

 

After action report:

On Saturday, August 23, 2003, Lt. Candance Robison made a foray against untruth in Crawford, Texas, where she spoke with the simple dignity and candor of a fine officer.  On Tuesday, August 26, Lt. Robison encountered hostile interrogation and threats at the hands of Mr. Sean Hannity (anathema sit).  Rather than retreat into silence, Lt. Robison returned fire, even under threat of deprivation of spouse, with no regard other than her mission:  to say the truth and help the military families of America.

Tonight Lt. Robison, in spite of grave fears for her and her family’s security, has taken it upon herself to advance for military families again.  She has called the producer of the Hannity and Colmes show to demand an apology, and she has done it in no uncertain terms.  She accomplished this brave mission despite knowledge that other military families were frightened by Messrs. Hannity and Colmes.

Lt. Robison is the officer who has fired the first shot of the second American Revolution.  (I just help set up the battlefield.)

Captain Eric May, MI, USA

Lt. Robison, I’m awarding you the Legion of Merit on behalf of the Army.  I’ll get around to sending off to the Pentagon for it after we’ve brought our valiant service members home.  It’s a real pretty medal, and it’s a heck of a lot higher up the ribbon tree than anything I’ve got, let me tell you.  But then, I’ve never done the kind of brave thing you did tonight.  You’re my hero. [Emphasis by Editor.]

Captain May

 

 

Return to Gentle Reader

If your eye has a teardrop in it, then you have a good soul.  Anyone can be a hero, haven’t you figured that out yet?  If I can, if Rachel Corrie can, if Lt. Robison can, then you can, too.

 

 

August 28, 2100, email from Loco de Wacko

Dear Captain, SIR

I'm watching "Hard to Kill" about a cop who comes back from a coma to set things right against great odds.  In it, Stephen Seagal's character (Mason Storm) says "We're outgunned and undermanned, but we're gonna win.  I'll tell you why - superior attitude, superior state of mind."  Inspirational quote, I thought.  Here's another one - "Can't you tell?  All the wishes you've made have filled up the well!  HOLLYWOOD BLACK" (Ronnie Dio & band).

Salutations,

Private Kenneth GT37CL

P.S.  Peace & Light!

 

 

August 28, 2200, email to Loco de Wacko

Well said, as usual, Loco.  Have you ever read Moby Dick?  You remind me of the cabin boy, Pip; I’m afraid I remind me of Ahab, but that’s another topic altogether.

Since you gave me lyrics, I’ll return lyrics.  You may be one of the few people who might know that a year ago the best selling book of poetry in Iran was the lyrics of Roger Waters, of Pink Floyd fame.  At my wedding my daughter sang the song I chose for a late date with the right girl:  Wish you were here,” by Pink Floyd:

 

So you think you can tell

Heaven from Hell,

blue skies from pain.

Can you tell a green field

From a cold steel rail?

A smile from a veil?

Do you think you can tell?

 

Did they get you to trade

your heroes for ghosts?

hot ashes for trees?

hot air for a cool breeze?

cold comfort for change?

Did you exchange

a walk-on part in a war

for a lead role in a cage?

 

How I wish, how I wish you were here!

We’re just two lost souls

swimming in a fish bowl,

year after year,

running over the same old ground…

What have we found?

The same old fears.

Wish you were here.

 

It brings a tear to the eye, Loco, and it will only get worse as you age.  I promised my wife I’d learn to play the song for her on the guitar, then the war started, and I haven’t played a note of it since.  I will, when it’s all over.

Captain May

 

 

August 28, 2215, email, Mr. Chase Untermeyer, former Assistant Secretary of the Navy, Reagan/Bush (my best man)

Dear Chase,

I have received and read the Weekly Standard (Sept. 1-8) article “Drafting General Clark” to which the editor has unkindly attached the subscript “Another slippery candidate from Arkansas.”  Hold in abeyance any thoughts you may have had on the piece.  Let me analyze it for you as I smoke my hand-rolled and listen to Bob Dylan (Blonde on Blonde).

First observation, third graph:  Clark’s supporters like to compare him to Dwight D. Eisenhower.”  You will recall that I wrote this on June 29 (though the craven Houston Chronicle only ran it as an op-ed on July 8, after the sizzle had faded to merely hot).  It’s a side bet, but I think the general’s folks are handing my stuff out to impress folks.  I certainly hope so, at any rate, since I wrote and forced publication of the piece both to tear a hole in the Bush League defenses and to give the general some supporting fire.

Second observation:  Matthew Continetti, the witless writer, states repeatedly that the general is a Democrat.  Jesus Christ, Chaplain Untermeyer, can it be that there is a journalist in America who doesn’t know that the general has said no such thing.  Intellectual sloth is a deadly sin for a writer.

Third observation (and I’ll make ‘em quick from here on):  The writer believes that Clark fanatics are pushing the general, who tarries aimlessly like Tardy George McClellan.

Fourth:  The writer says that Clark has been alluding to his service with the Ford administration for no particular reason.

Fifth:  The writer acknowledges Clark’s intellectual acumen as a planner of military campaigns, yet somehow thinks that the general has lost his savvy when it comes to the tough world of political campaigns.  Hubris!

Sixth (then I’ll quit, or I’ll get tired):  The writer says that Clark is foolishly positioning himself as a leader for times of crisis, even floating ads on TV.

Seventh (there are too many to stop, friend):  The writer points out that Clark is pushing Dean’s campaign…

Enough!  Enough!  Enough!

Let’s analyze the analysis beginning with its first point, since it ripped off my fine idea that General Clark could run as another Eisenhower, then go from there.  It’s tedious, but I’ll get the quote straight so everyone will see it coming.  Here’s the penultimate graph from my July 8 op-ed in the Cringing Chronicle’s Outlook Section (Don’t sneer, I’ve stopped writing for them!):

“I believe that the next presidential election will be about the missteps and misstatements that have misled us into this war.  In that case, a victorious general might be as welcome a candidate in 2004 as General Eisenhower was in 1952, when voters liked Ike for promising to get us out of Korea.”

I’ll attach the whole thing at the end of this criticism, so that you can pass it on to the Kristol Ball of the Weekly Standard.

I said Eisenhower, dammit, and I mean Eisenhower, and Eisenhower was a Republican!  Why?  I put it in the last graph of the essay:

“I hope we will soon have the public hearings that General Clark has called for.  In the meantime, I’ll continue to worry when the Bush administration says that things are well in hand.  Maybe what we have well in hand is a time bomb.”

OK.  Now, you’ve read all this before, right?  July 8, right?  Well, I started writing it the minute I saw Clark go after Bush on CNN Crossfire, June 25.  It was all in my op-ed, Chase.  Why the hell do you think David Langworthy and Frank Michel lit out the back door on vacations?  Shit, man, I scared ‘em so bad I fucked up their Fourth of July.  Serves ‘em right, cowards!

Look it up in the attached and quoted “Worried about the quicksand of war in Iraq.”  By the way, Chase, didn’t I tell you back in April that I would name this war the quicksand war, just like I wrote it in the Cowardly Chronicle April 3?  I’ll attach it too, for good reference.  You’ll only believe I’m right about Clark if you remember I said in March that we’d lose Iraq.

OK, Chase, take what I made the Crass Chronicle publish April 3, add what I made them publish July 8, then add what I wrote April 13 (which will surely be read in American Literature courses), but neither the Crappy Chronicle nor the New York Times nor the Atlanta Journal Constitution (inter multa alia) yet have the guts to publish:  3/7 Cavalry, tragedy and travesty.  Was there ever a better named piece, Chase?  No?  That’s the saddest part of all, isn’t it?  Isn’t it?

I’m listening to “Sad-eyed Lady of the Lowlands,” the harmonica, the pathos of the voice.  Dylan’s the poet, Chase.  I wish my men were here in the flesh.  Why can’t I make you see things?  Do you still listen to the Bach violin sonatas and partitas that I gave you?  Good, that’s a start.

Refresh yourself with the attached pieces, then come back to the clinic…

OK, jump up three times to mix the three op-eds you’ve just read, but of which the public has read only the lesser two-thirds.

Ready?  OK, Clark knows about Baghdad.  Clark got the hell away from CNN shouting “Objective!  Objective!  Objective!” after Baghdad.  Get it, Chase?  He knows that Baghdad is the infobomb I alluded to July 8!  Clark knows that the party in need of a candidate isn’t the Democrats.  Hell, he’s propping up the leftiest of ‘em, Dean, for a reason.  Can’t you see it?  There’s going to be a nation in crisis because its Republican leader lied to it, the leader is going to get ridden out of town on a rail, and Clark is going in on a landslide against a feeble Democratic tandem that he has already stampeded to the left so he can bestride the center and take the repentant right by default!

Hell, he may win every primary but Texas, which I intend to carry as a favored son and decent cavalryman just to show him that he should have come forward out of his trenches earlier.  (Remember, I’ve already told you I intend to run and you chuckled as you agreed to run my campaign for me if Bush was impeached!)

OK.  If there is a single new item in this letter – one that I haven’t been hashing out with you for months – I charge you to tell me ASAP, because I’m putting my reputation as a Sybil on the line while I’m still inspired.  (I really do think it’s the proximity of Mars, Chase.)

I’ve attached the letter with which I cussed out the general so that you’ll understand that I’m no hack, and so that he’ll understand that I know exactly who I’m fucking with:  I’m fucking with the smartest man in America next to me!

I’m sure he’ll never read this missive, so I need hardly say it, but it’s not fair for a two-bars captain to pick on a four-stars general without extending a hand:

Aside to General Clark:

General Clark, you are a man of acute intelligence, so I believe you will reflect on my intense though brief role in the drama of our times, and that you will consider it an honor to have been railed at by Captain May, even though you knew what you were doing by waiting in the wings – and I knew, too.  I know that I have a captain’s advantage in that I move of my own volition, while you have a shitload of logistics and camp followers to fuck with.  Sucks to be you general, and it will suck worse when you’re president.  Remember your Republic (which very probably only you and I have read) and recall that we need philosopher kings if we’re going to muddle through our own corruption.  Please have your PR hacks make free with the Platonic allusion.  Good luck with your campaign, and just tell me if you need a hand after Texas.  Just keep us between the lines of the Constitution at home when you’re president, and this side of a world war abroad when you’re commander in chief.  Do this and I’ll be your friend.

As for all these civilian toads, general, I don’t have much use for ‘em.  They can’t even see how a gifted leader can win a battle just by maneuvering on the battlefield.  They have pissed and moaned and bantered as if you were yesterday’s news when you were tomorrow’s history.  Some day let’s talk about the months since April 4.  I need someone who will understand what I feel, and maybe you are the only one, because you had to see it and keep your cool, while I had to see it and lose my mind.  I thought you showed class when the guy on TV mocked you for still being embedded after the Baghdad Airport.  You said you were doing it for your country.  That may be true, general, and I’m disposed to credulity anyhow.  Hell, I used to trust Bush.

Maybe one day we’ll can compare notes on feints, attacks, deception, psyops (it’s all psyops, alas) and so on.  I’m sure you’re a whiz, and I only ran on fragmentary orders even when I was in the regular Army.  Have you read The Seven Pillars of Wisdom, general?  I’ll bet you have.  If not, just ask me about it some day, and in the meanwhile, watch the movie Lawrence of Arabia.  Do you know Chase Untermeyer?  You should.  He’s a first rate man, and he’s beginning to understand.

E. May

PS:  Chase, sorry for taking up your missive with lines for the general, but I think you’ll soon agree that it has enough hints for a cartload of Pulitzers, and my children the junior journalists are hungry for real meat.  So for God’s sake, Chaplain Untermeyer, please just keep all of this between us.  It’s all supposed to be a secret, you know…

 

 

August 29, 0800, email from Chase Untermeyer

ERIC:

I didn’t watch the show.  (I was reading Wizard of Oz to Elly instead.)  Did Hannity & Colmes say anything in response to what you wrote?  And who is this Mrs. Robison – anything to do with Simon & Garfunkle?  Cheers,

CHASE

 

 

August 29, 0900, email to Chase Untermeyer

Naw, they’re still hiding out  (Hannity & Colmes, I mean; I don’t know what the hell happened to Simon & Garfunkle).  Hannity is still making a big deal of doling out canned questions to the Germanator the other day.  He doesn’t realize that he’s on the edge of a chasm, and that the Republicans (of whom I am still one, I remind you – have been since my first and last vote, for Ronnie Reagan in 1980) are going to rue the day that they chose an Aryan Superman with a German accent and a Hollywood libido.  Shucks, if they wanted the real deal, they should have called me.  Buff ain’t enough, brother Untermeyer.  Buff is a bluff.  Take it from the captain.  The Germinator is a blonde tiger, but he’s paper just the same.

Captain May

PS:  I hope you and Elly have lifted off with the Oz stuff.  We definitely ain’t in Kansas anymore, friend.

 

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