Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Holy Mash-Up Barackman!


What happens when you take one part Presidential politics, one part Batman, and two parts PolitiGal1 imagination and shake vigorously? You get the kind of super kick-ass amalgamation (my humility is legendary by the way)) capable of at once assaulting both sense and reason by offering just enough by way of picture and prose to entertain (and perhaps even inform.)


The Cast:


Bruce Obama/Barackman…..Barack Obama

Hardhead Dent/Two-Face….John McCain

G.W. Joker………………...George W. Bush (the frat-boy evil clown)

His Dick……………………Dick Cheney

Krusty Karl………………...Karl Rove (Turd-Blossom)

Poison Ivy………………….Katherine Harris (Cruella)



When Hardhead Dent decided to run for president in 2000, he worked hard to shape his message and position himself as a reformer willing to thumb his nose at the politicians and K-street corporate shills in order to fundamentally change the way things got done in that alter-reality of Washington politics.




Independent voters to the right of center (most of the left knew better) rejoiced at the idea of having a maverick bull in the partisan china shop at the heart of Washington politics--the White House. These hopeful masses, tired of the Lewinsky/Starr nonsense, looked forward to a day when Presidential decisions wouldn’t be made to cover up an adulterous past or based strictly upon partisan considerations of Right or Left, but rather on the basis of right and wrong, regardless of political consequence. Hardhead Dent was their guy, and his message was contagious.


Meanwhile, Dent’s opponent, G.W. Joker and his crew of amoral thugs were busy plotting what would be the greatest heist in American history—stealing the White House. Theirs was a diabolical two phase plan, with absolutely no unethical holds barred (much like the eight years to follow). Phase one: eliminate Dent, then Phase two: render the voices of the American voters mute and meaningless as they seize illegitimate power.


At first they were pretty confident, but the crew was shocked by the massive ass-whuppin’ Hardhead Dent put on G.W. Joker in New Hampshire. The first Republican primary went to the reformer and many of those who had once abandoned hope began to believe, against their better judgment, that real reform might be just around the corner.


Willing to overlook Hardhead’s long history of ill-tempered behavior, moral failings, and the political malfeasances emblematic of his life and career, Hardhead Dent’s followers charted a course to what they were sure would be glorious victory in the 2000 presidential race.


Stunned, but not dissuaded by the unexpectedly lopsided loss and the growing numbers of those willing to believe in Hardhead Dent's vision, G.W. Joker and his crew shifted their plans to brutally and publicly disfigure Dent’s character into high gear. Employing the kind Machiavellian tactics that could only dreamt up by the super-evil Krusty Karl, G.W. Joker and his thugs set about demolishing Dent in the upcoming primary battleground of South Carolina. And demolish him they did.


It was ugly…It was appalling… And it has become the stuff of legend. By the time it was over, there were many wounded strewn about the bloody post-primary political landscape of South Carolina and all of the casualties belonged to Dent:. His family; his hard earned reputation as a Vietnam War Hero; and his chances at the 2000 nomination...all casualties of the insane guerrilla warfare practiced by team Joker.


They lied about the daughter he and his wife had adopted from a Bangladeshi orphanage run by Mother Teresa. They turned the truth and nobility of his innocent child’s adoption into a sordid tale of interracial adultery. They used his little girl to engage in an appeal to the racial prejudices that then percolated beneath the surface of the blue collar, working class electorate of South Carolina (not much has changed in eight years)

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They had called him a traitor—portraying him as a Hanoi Hilton songbird, guilty of conspiring with his Viet Cong captors against his fellow soldiers for nothing more cigarettes and a softer bed. They stole the honor of his years in captivity and fashioned his suffering into a weapon capable of reopening old wounds.


Twitching madly and standing bewildered amidst the carnage, something snapped in Dent. Hardhead the reformer was gone…replaced forever by the newly morally (even more than before that is) disfigured and insane politician who would come to be known as Two-Face. An evil echo of the man he once was, Two-Face had been bitch-slapped so hard that he was now willing to bend over and take it anyway they wanted to give it to him, managing with some difficulty to wince out a spasmodic smile while simultaneously screaming “Harder! Harder! Faster! Faster!” At first it was painful, but soon he would grow to love it.


Phase one complete, G.W. Joker’s crew began phase two of the big heist by employing the evil Poison Ivy to purge 50,000 law abiding (and demographically inclined to vote Democratic) voters from the voter registries in the critical swing-state of Florida..


When it became clear that even that wouldn’t be enough, G.W. Joker pulled the Supreme Court card, enlisting his father’s appointees Clarence Thomas and David Souter and 5 other Republican Justices of the Nation's Highest Court to rule against both disenfranchised Florida voters and State’s Rights to steal the Presidency from Al Gore and deliver the it to the dim witted boy/Joker who would be king and his unseemly associates.


Two-Face didn’t disappear though…he learned to play the game their way as he found creative ways to endorse chaos and criminality of team Joker at every turn. Hell-bent on never being on the wrong end of the GOP stick again, Two-Face began flip-flopping like a tazed fish on crack. Rumor is it went a little something like this:


Q: Would you be willing boldly abandon the truth and lie about the need to go to war with a country that had absolutely nothing to do with 9-11 and presented no grave and gathering threat?

A: Absolutely…I mean I know what I said about honesty and straight talk, but that was before I fully bought into your "the truth just gets in the way" approach to getting whatever you want with lies, deception, and trumped up scare tactics. Plus I really dig war.


Q: Support Torture?

A:You mean exactly the same kind I slammed Mitt Romney for supporting?

Detainees don’t get a vote…do they? (followed by crazy guy cackle, glaring crazy guy eyes, and maniacal crazy guy twitchy smile.)


Q: How do you feel today about those you once labeled “agents of intolerance” like Jery Falwell and John Hagee?

A: Hi-diddly-oh, neighbor! No hard feelings eh?



And so America itself today staring simultaneously at the

horrific carnage left in the wake of the past eight years of G.W. Joker and the possibility that a new, potentially more dangerous, madman might take over: that cranky old bastard Two-Face.


Right wing extremists see in Two-Face their shot at new (and profitable) wars, more environmental irresponsibility, the continued destruction of the middle class, and more government by corporate coup d’état.


But fear not America, there is one man committed to combating the evil of the radical right at every turn. One man committed to the kind of change that will bring about a brighter and more secure tomorrow. That man is Barack “Bruce” Obama…The Barackman.


So people, do your part to light the Barack signal this November by voting Obama in ‘08 (and when you do make sure you don’t leave any chads hanging!)


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Sunday, August 3, 2008

Barackman Begins


OK...I've been a bit busy (OK, super-busy) lately, but I haven't forgotten about you all (still out there?). I'm here to proudly announce that I finally got to see the oh-so-yummy Christian Bale and and the tragically brilliant Heath Ledger in the latest Batman film. I know I'm probably the last person on the planet to have seen it (again..super-busy), but I gotta say it was one of the few films that I've ever seen that proved to be better than everyone said it would be.

That's a difficult thing to do, as I've always found that good movies are (sadly) bound by my seemingly immutable law of expectation-- the higher the expectation, the more likely I am to find the movie disappointing. Oh there's an upside (happily) to the law too ...strangely, I've also found that that works in reverse--I've had friends tell me a movie was total crap and then gotten around to seeing it on DVD and thinking to myself ... hey that movie wasn't so bad...I kinda liked it. Anyway...I digress...

Even as my disbelief was being willingly suspended and the movie began to transport me to the dark world of Gotham City, that little chunk of subconscious responsible for interpreting Rorschach inkblot tests hung on and worked its magic in the background. As I left the theater, I couldn't help but turn the conversation (After a few "That was friggin' amazing"s) to the magically addictive sport of teasing allegory from the obvious with my friend.

Nothing too, too deep--mainly fun-- but did get me thinking ( a sure sign of trouble to come), so when I got a chance today, I decided to entertain myself in PhotoShop (it's almost meditative) and the pic above is a teaser of what my monkey-bars, jungle gym of a mind came up with... more tomorrow...a

Until then...tell me, what do you see?

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