Blizzard at the Ritz

Here in New England there was a 24 hour-long blizzard yesterday. My girlfriend and I walked the few miles over the river to Boston, and stopped for tea at the Ritz. It was the only place we could find open. Sitting in front of the fire with hot chocolate and a plate of artisanal cheeses, I started ruminating on the sights we'd seen on our way there -- individuals, couples, and families digging out their cars; students attempting to make their way to the libraries at MIT; people like us having fun in the snow with skis or snowshoes; and just an all-around vibe of "we'll accept the hand we've been dealt by nature because there's no other choice (flights to Jamaica have been cancelled for the time being anyway) and nature itself is the most compelling DVD rental today."

On our way down Mass Ave., we noticed the only vehicles on the road besides the plows and police happened to be BMWs, Mercedes, Audis, high-end SUVs, and of course the Hummer, which if you're quibbling, is more low-end or prosumer assault vehicle than SUV. (It's a safe bet they carry just as much armor as 88% of the Humvees in Baghdad.) At first, I thought these fools might all be out there, flouting the state of emergency, just to prove their expensive vehicles were up to the task. But then there was the idiot in the orange Dodge Viper going nowhere, very fast, in the middle of Charles Street, blocking two emergency vehicles on their way to Mass General Hospital, and it became a little clearer that just maybe these people, the idling rich, were the ones with garages and hired snow removal service, and that they had no job to do digging out their cars and no worries about losing a precious parking space. This theory made much more sense. They just wanted to be out there enjoying nature's movie (or video game) with the rest of us, but for whatever reason needed to maintain their comfort levels adjusted to electronic whim. Just pull back into garage when game over, OK?

On our way back across the river, after the expensive vehicles had tired of their fun (and the Patriots game had begun), we noticed new legions of entrepreneurs out in force -- gangs of teenagers with shovels roaming the streets looking for a lucrative rumble with someone's driveway, and in many cases, succeeding. They continued making money today, when the lazier people, and the more infirm, decided it wasn't just the football game that had kept them from shoveling the night before.

The occasional blizzard says a lot about the state of the village. Through all the camaraderie on the streets, one can still see a little of the competition -- that small redistribution of wealth nature often brings -- that keeps us all going, essentially just trying to survive, as we call it family fun, or a way to earn a quick buck, while we forget for a moment the critical football game on in another city close by, where the sun just happens to be shining on fields of green (cleared of snow by some 700 people with shovels moments before game time).

Passing All the Bucks

Amazing though it may seem to anyone paying attention, President Bush, in an interview on Air Force One last Friday, stated that he and his administration should not be held accountable for mistakes or misjudgements made in the planning of the Iraq war or its continuation to the present because "The American people listened to different assessments made about what was taking place in Iraq, and they looked at the two candidates, and chose me, for which I am very grateful." Some kind of logic, isn't it? In the same interview he said he would not press the Senate to pass a constitutional amendment banning gay marriage in the U.S., knowing full well that this is the issue that really won him the election.

I suppose this is an example of him spending the famous political capital he says he earned back in November. Of course, we all know he nearly lost the election because of his and his administration's repeated gaffes in Iraq, and won only because various fundamentalist christian organizations turned out voters to support his call for a U.S. constitutional amendment banning gay marrriage back in July during the campaign. I'll never forget that day either. I happened to be walking through the house on my way to mail a letter, and caught him on T.V. in the White House announcing his support for the amendment. It was a very short address. When he finished speaking, various reporters raised their hands and shouted questions as he turned around and left the room without acknowledging any of them. On the C-Span mic one reporter was heard to say, "Is he coming back?" Of course, he didn't. It was as if Karl Rove had sent him out to do his dirty work for the first time, and like a schoolboy made to write on the blackboard, he could not look anyone in the eye that day. Well, maybe he did come back last Friday to answer the question once and for all.

This day's news will thus begin our regular attempt to act as one small outlet putting into plain English obvious facts and conclusions about the administration which anyone paying attention must know to be true, but which cannot be reported in the mainstream media because they come off as some kind of skewed partisan analysis on account of the administration's blatant and brilliant twisting of fact. By now it has become old cliche to say that we have fully entered the world of Orwell's doublethink and Newspeak here in the U.S., but that doesn't mean we should let it continue to happen. Here's one such outlet not afraid to belabor the point. And that is precisely the point. If you are paying attention, it will no longer be enough to continue paying attention, you'll have to start belaboring all such obvious points along with the rest of us belaboring points of truth to combat the opposite. Perhaps then the emporer's garments will begin to reveal themselves as the nothings that they already are.

Let it be said now, Zebrameat is, and always will be, a non-partisan publication devoted to criticism of whichever party happens to be in power.