Show Ponies

Show Ponies How do we have a military base on Cuba,if we haven't had diplomatic relations with themsince Castro took over? You'd think with all the embargoesand whispersthat it was as far awayas the Moon. Why is it that for all the years of a supposedly pro - lifecongress and president,no new legislationopposing Roe V. Wade was introduced? Hey, for that matterthe Democrats are supposed to be aboutthe working man.So why are they also in the pockets of big oil, big corp, big Hollywood? Wait... back to Cuba for a second.If the Russians were waiting for usduring the Bay of Pigs,how did Gitmo survive that? I'm starting to thinkthat the left and the rightare nothing more than show ponies,I mean, nobody can be that detached from the real world,can they? I grew up a Republican,but most certainly am not one now. I like some of the things the Dems say,but disagree with too much to be a liberal. What am I?I'm an American who feels lied to.But that's the thing,it didn't start eight, twelve, or sixteen years ago. Read up on our ties to Iran... before the Ayatollah, before the Shah... scary stuff.Read up on the origin of Chiquita Banana Company, might even be scarier. I told my boss about two years agowe could expect another great depression.I mean, something had to be primped, and trotted out for show. Do you remember the funeral scene in "Julius Caesar" by Shakespeare?Everyone recalls the "Friend's, Roman's, Countrymen" part,but what was that scene about?You had Brutus, the man who murdered Caesar eulogize him first,said he had to do it to save Rome. The people were shouting his name, ate from the palm of his hand. Marc Antony gave his eulogy, talked about Caesar's contributionsto Roman life, and in the course of five minutes turned the crowd against Brutus. Shakespeare called them "Plebians." Perhaps they were the show ponies of their time, being trotted outfor the same purpose,power and control. Tomorrow, there will be something else;some disaster, war, outrage,another set of horses to be groomed and coddledbefore being sent to the glue factory. There has to be a better way to live.