Tuesday, July 15, 2008

He Speaks for the Werewolf in Us

Wow.

Go. Just go.

I actually found myself choked up at the end. I'm still a little bit choked up. I wonder what he'd have to say about Obama. I know what he'd say about McBush, but not exactly how he'd say it, and like Thompson peering down the long tunnel of the future absent his nemesis Richard Nixon, we are poorer for it.

From his obituary for Nixon:
It is Nixon himself who represents that dark, venal and incurably violent side of the American character that almost every country in the world has learned to fear and despise. Our Barbie-doll president, with his Barbie-doll wife and his boxful of Barbie-doll children is also America's answer to the monstrous Mr. Hyde. He speaks for the Werewolf in us; the bully, the predatory shyster who turns into something unspeakable, full of claws and bleeding string warts, on nights when the moon comes too close....

At the stroke of midnight in Washington, a drooling red-eyed beast with the legs of a man and head of a giant hyena crawls out of its bedroom window in the South Wing of the White House and leaps 50 feet down to the lawn ... pauses briefly to strangle the chow watchdog, then races off into the darkness...toward the Watergate, snarling with lust, loping through the alleys behind Pennsylvania Avenue and trying desperately to remember which one of those 400 iron balconies is the one outside Martha Mitchell's apartment.

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