Strange Dreams: Zombies, The Civil War, Count Olaf, and Obama’s Nobel Prize
From last night:
1. Zombies were attacking and every time anyone felt under the weather they had to be chained up outside on the roof until it was clear that they were not turning into Zombies. I blame F for showing me Plants vs Zombies.
2. I was writing a paper for a history class in High School where my old student teacher who is now married to my step-cousin, Mary Leslie, was the teacher. I was writing a really long involved thing on how the conflicting policies of George Washington and Thomas Jefferson and their actions in divorcing the British Government and forming their own led to the Civil War. If this is in any way true, I have no idea, but it sounds interesting.
3. I shot Count Olaf and planted his fingerprints on the gun to save the Baudelaire children. They came to live with me in California. This is strange because I haven’t even read all those Series of Unfortunate Events books.
4. This turned out not to be a dream, but I thought it was when I woke up. The zombie dream woke me up and I felt really terrible — nauseous — so I looked at my email on my phone. I had an email from HuffPo about Obama winning the peace prize. That didn’t make any sense, because I’ve never gotten email from HuffPo and also what? When I woke up I decided it was a dream that sort of made sense that it would happen some day if he ever managed to end the war on gays, drugs, health, Afghanistan, and/or Iraq. But then it wasn’t a dream, and I was confused, because he hasn’t done any of that.
Actually, I feel a bit sorry for Obama. He already had enough pressure on him, this is just adding to it. It’s politically sort of not that great for him because he’s got nothing he can really point to and be like “Yes, look at what I did!” I think we treat him like a man who can do a lot more than the system allows him to. In reality, decisions are made by a bunch of assholes in Congress who play to their bases instead of the good of the country.
We’re currently occupying and waging wars in two separate Muslim countries and making clear we reserve the “right” to attack a third. Someone who made meaningful changes to those realities would truly be a man of peace. It’s unreasonable to expect that Obama would magically transform all of this in nine months, and he certainly hasn’t. Instead, he presides over it and is continuing much of it. One can reasonably debate how much blame he merits for all of that, but there are simply no meaningful “peace” accomplishment in his record — at least not yet — and there’s plenty of the opposite. That’s what makes this Prize so painfully and self-evidently ludicrous. – Glenn Greenwald
Posted on October 9, 2009, in About Me, Politics and tagged American Revolution, dreams, Gay, George Washington, history, Nobel, Obama, series of unfortunate events, The Civil War, Thomas Jefferson, zombies. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.