OK, I did write the article in which Barack Obama played the magnificent part of Basset Ball Jones. Yes, I do think it was one of my finest imitations of Mario Cuomo anyone has ever done. Yes, I do think it is the nearest thing to a clear choice since Thelma and Louise.

And yes, I am definitely sure now that I am into the second paragraph of this article that I am not political. Zeus, have you not read anything I have written? Did you really go for that “yes I am political, no I am not, yes I am, no I am not” title?

Has any thing in the first two paragraphs driven you to consider my purpose with this blog? SLO SLO SLO SLO SLO SECOND LEVEL OPINION

I am pleased somewhat with the “Obama is a Jock” article. If I moved you to tears, I moved myself to tears. Obama is the clear choice. If you asked yourself any five questions in the universe, honest answers would lead you to vote for Obama.

But if you asked me the following question you would only be surprised if you have not been paying attention to this bloggery long or you fell asleep in a previous paragraph. [Of COURSE it happens] MOTH, if you had the pulling power of Huffington Post, Amy Goodman, The Nation, and Axis of Logic and you could write one post to all their visitors, what would it say?

It would say the following. If you go into the voting booth and write in Dennis Kucinich for president, then every thing will be all right.

If you do anything else in the voting booth, I mean anything, then I would retract that question and ask you the following one.

What do you think (take your time) it would take to get 300 million USians to step into a nontransparent telephone booth (assuming they existed) reach up between their nether cheeks and jerk their heads out into the clear light of day?

… take your time … I’ll wait … do not rush …

I knowwwwwww!!! It is like a reverse of Paul Wolfowitz’s question before 9-1-1. The question was not new. The question had been brewing among the trickle down to flour sack cloth crowd since Reagan. It was a question FDR took no time in answering as he drummed his finger tips waiting for Hirohito to blow the whatsit out of Pearl Harbor?

What could happen that would be catastrophic enough for the American People not only go to war but feel good enough about it to hold celebration parades a few days later while thousands of babies burned who did NOT understand the phrase “Deplete Uranium is a Weapon of Mass Destruction” even if it were baby babbled in Arabic or one of the other dozen languages of Iraq (including Chaldean which is not a great deal different than it was in the Old Testament days of Nebuchadnezar). But the babies would be no more aware of the importance of the statement whispered to them and no more aware of the question Wolfowitz was asking than the war parade celebrants would be aware that fifty percent of the troops in Iraq were going to go home with DU in their urine and impregnate an unknown number of women who would give birth to deformed or immune deficient children just as has happened in the UK, Kosovo, Iraq, and well, who the hell else has been shot up lately.

But, now, forget all that. I just use the Wolfowitz question, horrific as it is, to illustrate that my question “what would it take to get three million people to extricate their craniums from their dorsal posterior extremities?” is not only in the opposite direction world-civilization-longevity wise but a dozen magnitudes higher world-civilization-longevity wise.

But back to my question. What would it take? The answer. A one thousand foot tsunami plowing across the country like an ice age on meth and hot chocolate before coming to rest in the sixth of the world’s ocean — the Utah Ocean.

And just as the world reaches to unplug the cranium, the lights go out.

For a long time!

Good night, I love you
jack luna MOTH