“9/11 is a Joke?!!”
With the political climate rising in response to the voice of the people during the mid-term elections, a last minute debacle from John Kerry threatened to potentially thwart voting outcomes with more of his ‘Kerry-smatic’ gift/curse of public speaking. This time though, it wasn’t overwhelming dissertations that Bush exploited as much as it was Kerry’s over-simplified banter. In an attempt to slam Bush, Kerry fumbled a botched joke on the 1-yard line. Pouncing on an ill-thought out turn of events, the GOP ran the length of the field towards their own red zone; spinning the comment of a man who served in the Vietnam War into a slight against our troops in Iraq.
But where were Bush and his cronies’ concern for disparaging comments against our soldiers back in 2004 when Bush delivered a deliberate joke about our inability to find Saddam’s weapons of mass destruction? Is that what the catalyst for a three-year war warrants: opportunities to make cheap jokes?!! It’s hardly a joke and it has definitely proven itself to be anything but cheap.
Let’s put this into perspective, though. If this war is, in fact, in response to the Twin Towers attack and the presence of WMDs, why would Bush make light of it? Are the American and Iraqi people on the outside of some elaborate joke? If so, is it one with a punchline which, much like Dave Chappelle’s stand-up, is killin’ us softly? More to the point: Is 9/11 a joke?!! It brings to mind the AHH editorial written last month that so accurately juxtaposed the frivolity of Hip Hop’s current minstrel ‘Flava of the month’ to the significance of his past as Public Enemy’s hype man.
Thanks to such gesturing jesters, a stain’s been placed on the meaning of a movement within Hip Hop and the relevance of a moment in American history. Fifteen minutes of fame and a few obligatory chuckles for such low brow foolishness? Pardon me for not laughing, but I’d rather savor a moment of silence and dignity.
“The Flavor of Love and War:
An Upstanding Stand-up to Low Brow Comedy”
Like the plague that is Flava Flav
I’m sick of this war waged in
Abu Ghraib patriot games.
It’s a paper chase that plays with the stakes
of pride and prejudice.
From the haze of blatant mistakes
To the graves of a faceless race…
The warfront’s an abhorred front –
a heinous charade of timeless decadence.
This war’s left a stain on
a history of substance
Like Flav’s done with the
Enemy of the Public.
It’s created a commiserate misery
for those who love its testament.
To harness the memory
of a beloved subject
And maraud its energy
simply corrupts its cov’nant…
It’s a dishonest injustice –
what type of clown plunders such relevance?
What type of minstrel pixie
Whistles Dixie so simple and crisply
While pilferin’ strictly to gratify self-indulgence?
Such bittersweet flavors of governing
Quite literally favors the shrubbery
That savors the flavor of lovely themes
ratified by wealth in oilrigs.
As the oil on the canvas runs amok,
it piles on drums of treachery
That smack of smut and muck
that sullies the 9-1-1 legacy.
Political pythons numb us as
they test and squeeze the faith of man.
Bush and his delegation of lames
on Air Force One
Are the snakes on a plane
full of airborne stunts…
Their war tour’s a front –
full of fake revelry like ‘snake in a can.’
If a snake in a handbag’s
worth two in a bush
And this bad gag near
Baghdad’s an intuitive push,
Then this intuition’s an initiative of Bush –
it’s his 2-4-1 special on piracy.
1 strike for a feud between
two asinine rulers.
1 price for fuel taxed with lies –
that’s a twofer…
All to pacify fascist-minded looters
full of festival irony.
Padded high with false facts of life,
Their tactics devised
bastardize Bush’s family ties.
What a crafty line! –
that joke just primes and sells itself?
You can’t craft a grander design
That demands outlandish
laughter in the wry…
It’s like pantomime –
the punchline fails to be felt.
Though not at odds with the paramedics,
What I’ve catalogued bears its essence.
The heir’s barometric –
the tension’s too thick to be satirized.
Thanks to an arrogant president,
Terror’s a permanent fixture of American vestige
That grants fear an apparent residence to be naturalized.
Such a monstrous auspices
Is a fraudulent sponsorship.
Yet it’s flossed and flaunted with
gaudiness to resurrect and disrespect it.
They’ve corrupted an iconic mantra
That embodied the resolve of The Contras…
As idiotic calls paused the shot clock
with nine-elevenths seconds left in it.
All that for a few extra
seconds of limelight.
All that for extra concessions
of high crimes.
Refreshment, in hindsight,
only awakens what’s dead.
Why dredge up sacred memories
Just to pledge us safer misery?!!…
They’ve bled us for the sake of liberties
that they’ve taken instead.
But like any great delivery premise,
We won’t get it ‘til the liberty’s finished.
‘Til then, we’ll vividly grimace at pitiful wit.
In fact, just for the hell of it,
Bush laughed at his negligence…
For his lack of intelligence,
I’m takin’ stabs at the President
to tickle his ribs.
I’m Curious how George tactlessly peddles.
It’s a furious forge of
laughably retractable mettle.
He’s not a tactical fellow –
he’s practically a barrel
of breeding monkeys:
When it comes to cheap laughs,
he’s actually a credible performer.
As a fear monger, he conjures
African peril and paranoia…
Heralding sordid propaganda
like feral green monkeys.
If this rant can’t sink in
or goes over your head,
It links to a joke that
Jeb’s older bro said.
Kerry’s joke poked
at that Bonehead –
dissin’ troops wasn’t
his true intention.
But as often as GWB
messes up elocution,
He’s made jokes about WMDs
with perfect execution…
He’s a reckless nuisance –
fueled with rude perdition.
From inappropriate jokes
of a dolt and jester
To misquoted pokes
from an opposing heckler,
Which roast suits soldiers better –
blunt force or innuendo?
This division is senseless
like Esau and Jacob.
They’ve invented a system
that seesaws a nation…
US defenses are eclipsed with
Hee Haw at the apex
from such a contorted crescendo.
We’ve got a circus
of media flea markets
And a surplus sequence
of flee bargains.
We now carry the esteemed target
of warheads and joke butts indecently chidin’.
Bush fooled us once
and proven us fools again.
Give a fool a gun,
and he’ll shoot to no end…
We’re the proof decoded –
we’re the reason Mona Lisa’s smilin’.
From the essence
of such erred precedence
Seeds of dissension are
impaired with decadence.
The flare of precious vents
collapses beneath the pressure.
When armed with a badge
of apparent negligence,
It’s a daunting task to defeat
such terrorist pestilence…
So who cares if a Mexican’s
status is illegally sequestered?!!
Besides, what type of person
honors the guilt from
Such an onerous build-up
With the somber filth of dirty jokes?
We’ve got dirty bombs
leavin’ soldiers smoldered
Over tones of blown composure…
of condoned blurbs I interpret as boast.
The most insulting satire seen
Is how Bush and Cheney
toppled a tyrant’s deeds
With the same army they
slighted to flee the Vietnamese.
Such exit strategies by the leads,
Yet no exodus for their dying dynasty?!!…
Now that’s irony! – done entirely
with freedom to reprieve their greed.
What’s the difference
between Bush’s cabinet
And good, established
gags like those in Laugh-In?
The hook is adlibbed as they
make up crocks with tomfoolery.
To back bunkum blusters,
they use the Good Book as a laugh bit,
And attack with bunker busters
That can’t hit the broadside
of Bin Laden’s den…
This is tragic shtick –
who still laughs at ‘Sock it to me’?
It’s a different time and
different era, see?!!
More significant lines
for sicker, endeavored deeds.
For inclement weathering –
brainstormin’s the best defense.
My slicker’s slicker than Jeopardy –
the answer is:
‘Loose change redeemed from GW’s receipts.’
The Riddler-delivered questioning:
‘How’d we know Hussein’s regime had WMDs?’…
G-dub, freeze – now lay dormant
and rest the defense.
© 2006 Reggie Legend
Steel Waters, Inc.