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Last Kings, Chapter 1

Verse 1 -- Then a whole bunch of pissed-off people called Moabites rebelled
because they wouldn't put up with any more of the King's shit and they sure
weren't scared of Ahab's boy.
Verse 2 -- And the King fell off the bed and through a lattice in the White
Palace while screwing his latest whore, and his right and third leg just
wouldn't heal. So he sent messengers and told them, "Go, ask Baalzebub, the
Philistine State God of Healing at Ekron, if this is just another sore and when
I'll get better. I sure feel my pain."
Verse 3 -- But the angel of the LORD said to Elijah the Tishbite, "Get up and go
down to meet the messengers of the king and tell them, "What! There's no God in
Israel that you gotta go down and lick the bronze butt of Baalzebub, Philistine
State God of Healing in Ekron?"
Verse 4 -- "Now the LORD says this, "Your pecker will turn black and fall off.
Then you will die of frustration because of no more bimbos and because you lie
so much that nobody will bother to listen to you anymore. Plus the Queen will
nag you to death." Elijah nodded, then left.
Verse 5 -- And when the King's messengers returned, the king asked, "Back so
soon?"
Verse 6 -- They told him, "Some holy geezer pestered the shit out of us and he
told us to come back and tell you this: "The LORD says, "Is there no God in
Israel that you gotta kiss Baalzebub's bronze ass in Ekron? Your pecker will
turn black and fall off. No more whores, everyone will ignore you because you
lie so much. The queen will nag you to death. You will die of frustration."
Verse 7 -- "Who was that mean old holy geezer?" the king asked.
Verse 8 -- And they answered him, "He was a hairy guy, with a girdle of leather
about his nuts." And the king said, "Elijah, the Tishbite!"
Verse 9 -- Then the king sent a captain of fifty with his fifty agents: the
King's Bureau of Wine, Hashish, and Swords, the King's Bureau of Investigation,
the King's Sneakret Service, the King's Marshalls, a whole alphabet soup of
King's goons. The captain, a slick young thug, saw Elijah sitting atop a hill.
Scattering his men in a circle around the hill, the captain held a pair of
shackles as he climbed the hill saying, "Don't mess with me. I killed a whole
bunch of weavers in their hut, speared them all in the back. My best man shot an
arrow into the wife's head. We are the King's men and we will never be held to
account." As he neared Elijah, the captain said, "Now you had better cooperate
with me and the King, you smelly old man of God, or I'll slap a harelip on you
faster than you can say "Police Brutality."
Verse 10 -- And Elijah rolled his eyes, shook his head, and said to the young
police thug commanding fifty, "If I be a man of God, then let fire come down
from heaven, and consume you and your fifty murderers." With a Whoosh!, fire
came down from heaven, burning to death fifty-one murderous King's rascals.
Verse 11 -- Then the King sent out another chief goon of fifty with his fifty.
The captain, a grizzled old killer, looked at the remains of the previous
fifty-one and said, "Funny, I thought we were the only ones allowed to besiege
people on private property, then burn them to death. No matter," he said as he
drew his sword. 'The King wanted you two hours ago, so get your nasty old
man-of-God ass right down here -- now!"
Verse 12 -- And Elijah answered and said unto them, "You murderous pigs won't
learn, will you? Very well then, if I be a man of God, let fire come down from
heaven, and consume you and your fifty." And the fire of God came down from
heaven, and consumed him and his fifty.
Verse 13 -- And the king sent again a captain of the third fifty with his fifty.
And the third captain of fifty saw the damage about the hill. He soiled his
armor. So did the rest of the King's men. It's a whole lot more fun to kill
unarmed civilians than to be killed yourself. The captain crawled up the hill
like a scared snake, and came and fell on his knees before Elijah, and besought
him, and said unto him, "Oh man of God, I pray you, please, please, please let
my life, and the life of these fifty of your servants, be precious in thy
sight." Then the king's bureaucrat peed in his armor again.
Verse 14 -- "I see that there came fire down from heaven, and burnt up the two
captains of the former fifties with their fifties: therefore let my life now be
precious in thy sight. To hell with the rest. Even though I set fire to the
King's tower the other day and roasted some of the King's men and serving women
and their babies, and blamed it on a Moabite in a speeding oxcart carrying a
load of manure, an unregistered dagger, and no road tax license from the King.
It's not all my fault. I had the help of the scribes and town criers, S.O.B.s
(Sons of Belial) all, who helped me put the blame onto the rebellious Moabites.
The common people didn't want to find out any different, because they lack the
physical and moral courage to do anything about it. It ain't fair that I should
burn without all my crooked buddies getting the same as well. Everyone knows
that the King can do whatever he wants."
Verse 15 -- Elijah wanted to call down fire on this rapscallion and his lot. But
the angel of the LORD said unto Elijah, "Go down with him: be not afraid of him.
He and his fifty will get the same fate on earth as the King and his family --
serving as dog and bird food." So Elijah arose, and went down with him unto the
king, keeping a twenty pace margin upwind.
Verse 16 -- And Elijah said unto the King, "Thus saith the LORD, forasmuch as
you have sent messengers to brown-nose to Baalzebub, Philistine State God of
Healing in Ekron, is it not because there is no God in Israel to inquire of his
word? Therefore you shall not come down off that bed you lie on and every place
else for that matter. Your pecker will turn black and fall off. You will die of
frustration because there will be no more whores for you. Nobody will listen to
anything you say, especially after today, and the Queen will help nag you to
death. I've had enough of you." Then Elijah left the White Palace.
Verse 17 -- So the king died according to the word of the LORD which Elijah had
spoken. Nobody missed him except the whores and other Sons of Belial, (S.O.B.s)
and even them not too much.
AND THAT'S PRETTY MUCH THE WAY IT WAS. Ahab's line came to an end when a
rebellious general named Jehu killed Jehoram. Jehu ordered Queen Jezebel thrown
out of a window, and before he got around to burying her, the dogs ate all of
her except her head, hands and feet. Jehu killed all of Ahab's children, Ahab's
State-God Priests, and Ahab's Kingsmen, at least all that he could find. Since
Jehu did such an efficient job of it, God promised him that his dynasty would
last four generations. God kept his word. Regrettably, Jehu soon turned out to
be as wicked as Ahab's bunch. God got tired of the Israelites and he allowed the
Assyrians to take them away in captivity, where they were scattered and never
heard of again.
THREE THOUSAND YEARS HAVE PASSED, and people still remain the same.

This article first published in The Southwestern Missouri Libertarian, Issue
#11, April-May 1995
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WEIRD, NOT BORING
The myth that Al Gore is a boring man is one of the greatest achievements of Clintonian spin. Al Gore is not boring. He is weird. In fact, he is one of the weirdest dudes in the long run of American politics. But what nobody seems to have figured out is how his penchant for outrageous lies, race-baiting and bizarre exaggerations is related to his apparent boringness.

George W. Bush — who often talks as if he should be wandering around Times Square muttering to himself — gets a lot of grief for his syntax, and well he should. As I�ve said before, he talks like a 9th grader giving an oral book report to his class (see G-File). But Bush�s verbal lapses are entirely superficial — they seem to reflect literally nothing about the man. Mocking him for saying "I will cut the taxes" is like ridiculing someone with a lisp.

Meanwhile, Gore�s syntax is deliberate, plodding, selective. All of his gaffes seem to be very real clues to the inner man. Listening to him lie — I mean talk — is like watching Fidel Castro explain why Cuba is a workers� paradise. Does Castro know he is lying? Or is his ego so warped that it is impossible for him to digest facts in a sane way? Very much like Castro, when Gore says something ridiculous you never get the sense it�s off-the-cuff like it is with Clinton. Clinton gets away with most his lies because he is trying to please the audience in front of him, and most people are a little willing to forgive that. But when Gore lies, you get a sense he is repeating instructions from a propaganda memo he read — or wrote — a couple hours, or weeks, earlier. Everything is deliberate.

Which brings us back to this myth that he is boring. The impression that he is boring is almost entirely attributable to two things. First: the fact that Gore talks in a monotone more appropriate for a Speak-and-Spell circa 1978. Second: that he wants us to think he is boring.

Take the voice. Yes, he sounds like a Southern patrician Hymie the Robot (from "Get Smart"). But the content of what he says is often monstrous, frequently outrageous, and reliably bizarre. We miss it, simply because it�s wrapped in his robotic inflection like a cyanide capsule in flavorless tapioca.

But why has he wanted to appear boring? It bears remembering that until he was picked as Clinton�s running mate, Gore fought desperately against the idea that he was dull. In the 1980s and early 1990s, his voice and style were widely considered impediments to a presidential career created by his Senator-father. Gore seemed incapable of communicating the fact that he wasn�t merely re-animated flesh or a remote-control politician (similar to Spock in the Star Trek episode "Spock�s Brain"). From the day Gore was born, his parents made it clear that he must someday be president.

So how does a wonky good-government politician like Gore persuade Americans that he is, in fact, exciting? Well, since he can�t show, he must tell. As you follow his career in the 1980s, you see an ever-increasing pattern of exciting — but crazy — exaggerations. My favorite comes from Bob Zelnick�s excellent biography. After passing some legislation that required the FDA to regulate the nutritional content of baby formula, Gore noted that since the end of World War Two, the share of American infants using baby formula increased from zero to sixty percent. Gore called this "the most significant adjustment to the diet of human beings since the introduction of cooking."

It might have struck some in Asia, Africa, Europe, and South America that the raising of fatter babies in the postwar United States was more important than, say, the discovery of food preservation, refrigeration, the domestication of farm animals, crop rotation, the development of various grains and legumes that prevent scurvy, rickets, etc.

But that�s not really the point. Gore seems determined from the get-go to be a guy associated with the Big Stuff of world history. After all, that�s what his parents said he was being raised for on that "Boys From Brazil" Tennessee farm of theirs.

Gore lost in his first bid for the presidency in 1988. This was mostly due to the fact that voters, especially women, thought that if you threw a bucket of water on his head, sparks would fly out of his ears and scary "zrbt zzt ffzz zzzzt" sounds would come out of his mouth.

In other words, he needed to be more of a fuzzy-wool-sweater kind of guy, while simultaneously being a Great Man of history. Hmm. How can someone square those things? Being an expert — as he was — in arms control certainly wouldn�t cut it. Aha! the environment (which he was already interested in anyway). But with Earth in the Balance, Gore re-invented himself as a guy whom Volvo-driving, Envision World Peace bumper-stickerers could respect. Women dig guys who want to keep oil off seals and seagulls, perfect. "I can even wear a shawl-collar sweater!"

But conventional environmentalism isn�t exciting enough, and neither was Gore. So he had to exaggerate. He called for the end of the internal combustion engine. He explicitly compared people who ignored his environmental call to arms to those who refused to stop the Holocaust.

This is not the stuff of a boring man. This is the sort of thing a man says when he cannot accept certain fundamental facts of life, the most important of which is that he himself is not that important. Nevertheless, Gore seems to have believed that saying these things would make him exciting and his most devoted boosters — like The New Republic�s Martin Peretz — insisted that this was the case.

And then he got picked to be Bill Clinton�s running mate. And all of a sudden the definition of exciting changed. In Bill Clinton�s America "exciting" is the sort of thing you buy in the back pages of Hustler. Bill Clinton�s lies became exciting too. And Gore realized he�d better shut up and use the boring thing rather than fight it. Now, to be "boring" meant you were reliable. It meant you didn�t enjoy taking a Nestea plunge into the intern-bay. It meant you didn�t think blowing up aspirin factories was manly. Thus, Gore embraced the Secret Service and Macarena jokes.

But now Gore is out in front, and the boring schtick won�t work on its own. So he�s reverting back to his true form, with some improvements. After all, he has learned a few things about lying from watching the boss. Gore used to exaggerate his importance by exaggerating the significance of current events and his proximity to them. Clinton lies and exaggerates solely about himself. Now Gore does it too. He says he wrote the EITC law, he inspired Love Story, he invented the Internet and so on.

The real Al Gore is not a boring man, he is a bizarre and desperate man trapped in a robot�s body.

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