President 44 will be 49 on August 4 and Mrs. 44 has e-mailed
with a request. I�m sure many of you received the appeal.
Michelle says: �Every year, our family tries to come up with
a fun way to wish Barack a happy birthday.�
The hostess of the White House continues with: �This has
been a big�and hectic�year for him.� Duh.
Here�s some of the penciling on Barack Obama�s dance card.
A surge of militarism.
A surge in Afghanistan.
A surge in troop deaths.
A surge in suicide among veterans.
A surge in WikiLeak-ing of US war crimes in Iraq and
A surge of droning in Pakistan.
A surge in civilian slaughter.
A surge of hatred.
A surge of mercenaries.
A surge in the insurgency.
A surge in war spending.
A surge of warmongering greed.
A surge of rhetoric to attack Iran.
A surge of wink wink to Big Insurance and Big Pharma.
A surge of uninsured.
A surge of oil in the Gulf of Mexico.
A surge of toxic dispersants.
A surge of lost livelihoods.
A surge of petroleum-coated marine life.
A surge of wink wink to Big Oil.
A surge to Wall Street Banksters.
A surge of poverty.
A surge of unemployment.
A surge of home foreclosures.
A surge of hopelessness.
A surge of desperation.
A surge in domestic surveillance.
A surge of budget deficits.
A surge of propaganda.
And Mrs. Obama wants me to sign a greeting to her husband.
To �wish him a happy birthday and let him know that we�re ready to take on the
year ahead alongside him.�
Because, she assumes, I must be an admirer. I am shaking my
head in revulsion. Actually, a surge of revulsion.
Near the end of her plea, Michelle offers this surge of
inspiration: �And while we can�t know what the coming year will bring, all of
us, working together, will continue pushing forward for change.�
But we do know what the coming year will bring. A surge in
the tyranny of the state. A surge of tragedies. For American families and for
all those who live in the countries whose resources the USA must manipulate.
Simply because we can.
Obviously, as August 4 approaches, I will not engage in
wishing Mr. Obama fun that is funny. Instead, I will be thinking of the death
day of my nephew Chase -- August 6. I will think of Chase whose face was blown
from his body under the command of another war criminal, one whose doctrine
Barack Obama worships. I will have a surge of thinking about all who have died,
courtesy of surging US imperialism.
Light the candles on the cake, Michelle. I suggest devil�s
food. And remember to tell your husband that he can�t have his cake and eat it,
too. There are consequences -- none worthy of celebration. Really.
Beattie lives in Baltimore, Maryland. Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org.