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Snow White and the Seven Deadly Sins
How many people in the land-of-the-free-home-of-the-brave greedy Can name Walt Disney's 1937 first full-length feature film (Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs), Name each of its diminutive forest-dwelling mineworkers (Bashful, Doc, Dopey, Grumpy, Happy, Sleepy, and Sneezy), Who welcome the princess, banished to death, for her pulchritude, By the psychotically jealous queen-turned-hag?
And how many lustful, gluttonous, ill-educated, foreclosed Americans Can tell you whether the Civil War Was fought between Iraq and Afghanistan or Iran and mainland China, If their new president, Balack Osama, is an illegal immigrant or a slave From Hawaii, Indonesia, Ciudad Juárez, or Kenya, Whether his party is the unicorns or the Star-Belly Sneetches, If recession and depression are economic or psychiatric maladies?
And who, among our proud, slothful, envious, wrathful politicos, Can begin to grasp the enormity of the abyss we're in, Fathom a conceivable Houdini escape from its death grip on apocalypse, Chart a course through the galaxy of black holes Sucking us out of our too-well-worn orbit around a sun Which is fast firing up its newly built Auschwitz-Birkenau furnaces, Convinced mankind is vermin deserving of extermination?
Tonight, as I ponder these mortifyingly imponderable conundrums, All I can come up with is this blisteringly simplistic conclusion: The U.S.A. is not-to-be-believed D.O.A., A once-synergistic construct, capable of Supermanly deeds, Now relegated to mailroom pay grade at the Daily Planet Or the Disney Studio, in 1934, when Walt had to mortgage his house, To keep his first feature film from drowning in his dream's latrine,
Which leaves us, in the land of the freeloaders and craven homeless, Who still believe in magic, miracles, incantations, fantasies, bullshit, Wondering if the Queen of Horrifically Haggish Harridan-Harpies Will succeed in killing her most reviled rival, America the Beautiful, Or, like the big, bad wolf falling down the little piggy's chimney stack, Land in the fire, drift back up, as ashes that will bury America, Preserving its perniciously ambitious greed, as the future's tourist hot spot.
02/25/09 - (2)
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