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Saturday, November 06, 2004

Chicken Killing Dog

posted by Jazz at 11/06/2004 01:47:00 PM

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Most weeks, I refuse to read Molly Ivins last column of the week online. Reading that column is, for me, best done in print and only in special circumstances. One of the most important blocks of time in my week is Sunday morning at seven o'clock. This is when Georg and I go out to breakfast and I get to enjoy Molly's column in the old fashioned comfort of a crisp newspaper over a steaming plate of eggs, bacon and jam covered toast, a mug of hot coffee in my hand. It's one of the simple pleasures in life that I treasure.

This week, however, simple pleasures have been few and far between. That's why, when I saw Allen MacKenzie had linked to Molly's column, I followed the link and read it early. In her usual way, Ivins starts off with a bit of Americana crafted to prepare you for the message to follow.

Do you know how to cure a chicken-killin' dog? Now, you know you cannot keep a dog that kills chickens, no matter how fine a dog it is otherwise.

Some people think you cannot break a dog that has got in the habit of killin' chickens, but my friend John Henry always claimed you could. He said the way to do it is to take one of the chickens the dog has killed and wire the thing around the dog's neck, good and strong. And leave it there until that dead chicken stinks so bad that no other dog or person will even go near that poor beast. Thing'll smell so bad the dog won't be able to stand himself. You leave it on there until the last little bit of flesh rots and falls off, and that dog won't kill chickens again.

The Bush administration is going to be wired around the neck of the American people for four more years, long enough for the stench to sicken everybody. It should cure the country of electing Republicans.

Obviously Molly is upset. But she has a message of inspiration which is worth reflecting on.

So, fellow progressives, stop thinking about suicide or moving abroad. Want to feel better? Eat a sour grape, then do something immediately, now, today. Figure out what you can do to help rescue the country -- join something, send a little money to some group, call somewhere and offer to volunteer, find a politician you like at the local level and start helping him or her to move up.

Think about how you can lend a hand to the amazing myriad efforts that will promptly break out to help the country recover from what it has done to itself. Now is the time. Don't mourn, organize.

Well said, Molly. Bushwhacked was still one of the better literary investments I've made in a while. There's plenty more in that article which you may find of interest, so go read it. You can do so online from the link above, or wait until you're having your coffee tomorrow to savor it.