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October
1, 2008
Fred Throws
Sombrero in Ring
The Only
thing We Have to Be Afred of is Fred
Hisself
by Fred Reed
I see that I shall have to come out of
retirement and become President. It is the only
hope for the country and the world. That I am
willing to undergo the humiliation of the office is
a measure of the depth of my sense of duty. Though
perhaps I will do it under an assumed name.
First things first. I will need a stirring
bumper sticker, this being the key to high office.
What? I'm considering "Fred! Piss Poor but Look at
the Rest." Or "A Fred in Every Pot," or perhaps
"Better Fred than Dead"? Or "Tippecanoe and
Frederick Too." The possibilities are endless. In
any event, election is a mere detail. Given the
competition, the country will flock to my standard.
Or wish it had.
Next I'll need some promises. How about :When in
office, I will do the following wholesome
things:"
Education. Put a bounty on members of the
teachers unions. The season will start with a week
for bow hunters and black powder and then be open
to all. No bag limit, Think stuffed heads over the
mantle. "Ah, yes, Miss Grundy. I knew her
well."
That accomplished, I will require a score of
1200 on the old SATs, before the dumbing-down, for
teaching positions. I will then raise salaries
until such people take the job. The schools today
are in the hands of people too dim to know what
schooling is, and resentful of people who have it
or might want it. They remind me of vegetarian
butchers.
Then I will have everyone in the Department of
Education strangled (possible electoral slogan:
"Strangulation in the Common Interest"). Local
governments will run their schools as they damned
well please. Ha. Ha ha!
The military: I will support a constitutional
amendment requiring that Congress declare all wars.
(I know, but it doesn't work.) This would have
spared us Korea, Vietnam, Iraq, and perhaps
Afghanistan. The first urge of Congress is
reelection, and the second, the avoidance of
responsibility. They will never spawn a war they
have to admit to.
Further (an old favorite of mine), I will
require that the mothers of the graduating class at
Harvard be strapped to the glacis plates of any
tanks sent to foreign wars. Joan Baez will be my
Chairman of the JCS. She's a decent woman, sane,
and has a nice voice. I bet the incumbent can't
sing at all.
Under my guidance, the military will assume a
new mission of defending the United States rather
than being a presidential hobby. I know: This is
radical, but radical times require radical
solutions.
I will put the defense contractors under Apple
Computer. They will then beaver away making groovy
if unnecessary gadgets to sell to bored teenagers.
This will at least do no harm, and perhaps allow
the US to compete with Japan in consumer
electronics. Though I doubt it.
Energy. I will issue a cyanide pill to all
Americans. When vines begin growing through the fan
belts of the SUVs, because there is no gas, they
will pop the pill. This will reduce the consumption
of energy, and for that matter drop the population
to a reasonable level -- say, twenty people.
Suicide really is the only practical solution.
Democracies have the foresight of retarded rabbits
and never notice the inescapable, such as that the
world's demand for oil grows and the supply
doesn't. Anyone who points this out is called a
commie, anti-market, un-American, a green, and
accused of links to the Sierra Club.
Pills on the way.
Social policy. I will end affirmative action,
zap. It does noting but inspire division and
resentment. Well, it also prevents its
beneficiaries from doing anything to better
themselves, since they don't have to. Like all
federal do-goodery, it is a magnet for grifters,
crooked lobbies, charlatans, shysters, and
bus-station rabble. If you need affirmative action,
you aren't good enough; if you if you are good
enough, you don't need it; and if you take it
anyway, you are a freeloader.
Foreign policy. I will end the embargo of Cuba.
It's stupid, gives the US a terrible rep in Latin
America, accomplishes noting of use, and makes life
hard for eleven million perfectly good Cubans. If
the professional pseudo-Cubans in Miami object,
I'll have the frauds freeze-dried and air-dropped
on some starving country in Africa. (Possible
slogan: "Every cloud has a protein lining.")
Cannibalism gets a bum rap.
I will tell the Israelis to get back inside the
1967 borders, be a Jewish state, and shut up --
especially the latter -- or they will never see
another American dollar or F16. I will then give
the Palestinians exorbitant aid to build a country
unless they attack Israel again, at which point I'd
spray anthrax on the whole place. This probably
won't work, but it has a better chance than
anything else.
I pledge to end the lamebrain policy of looking
for a war with Russia. The US has now put NATO, an
anti-Russian military alliance, in the Baltics, on
the Russian border; in Poland, on the Russian
border, and is trying to bring Georgia, on the
Russian border, into NATO. The US and NATO have
large combat forces in Afghanistan, o the Russian
border, and want to colonize it. Not smart.Think
Canada, Mexico, and Cuba in the Warsaw Pact.
There are three levels of military stupidity:
stupid, really and truly stupid, and war with
Russia. Right now we're going for the brass
ring.
I will bring the GIs home from Korea. If South
Korea wants to defend itself, it easily can. If it
doesn't, I don't care.
Further, (I'm really getting into this) I will
bring the GIs home from Europe. There's nobody
there we need to fight. As for Bosnia and suchlike
geographic trash, last time I looked they were in
Europe. Europe can worry about them. The US is not
Europe's mother.
Purple-haired dyke feminists: These venomous
lynxes have done enough harm that I shall have to
be firm. All public doorways will have a
spectrophotometer to detect purpleness at hair
level. When this happens, a laser will light up
and, ssssssssPOP! her head will explode. The entire
membership of NOW will be sent to Bangladesh to
work in a jute factory. Since most of them look
like fire plugs with leprosy, on their return they
will be required to wear burqas.
The economy. I am against compulsory
redistribution of wealth. This usually means taking
money from those who earn it, and giving it to the
federal government. If federal employees want to
eat, they can plant corn. Or eat their cyanide
pills. I will encourage the latter as simpler.
Finally, patriotism will become a capital
offense. It serves chiefly as a mechanism allowing
rogues and pathological short men to send our
puzzled teenagers to kill someone else's. Iraq can
kill its own damn teenagers if it likes. I
understand the urge, having had teenagers, but it
isn't my job.
How can I lose? The Age of Fred dawns.
Reed
Archive
Copyright 2008 by Fred Reed and reproduced here by
permission of the author.
About
the Author (by the author):
Fred Reed is a Marine combat veteran, police
reporter, amateur biochemist, former long-haul
hitchhiker, and part-time sociopath living in
Mexico. Fred, a keyboard mercenary with a
disorganized past, has worked on staff for Army
Times, The Washingtonian, Soldier of Fortune,
Federal Computer Week, and The Washington
Times. He has been published in Playboy,
Soldier of Fortune, The Wall Street Journal, The
Washington Post, Harper's, National Review, Signal,
Air&Space, and suchlike. He has worked as a
police writer, technology editor, military
specialist, and authority on mercenary soldiers. He
is by all accounts as looney as a tune.
Visit the "Fred
on Everything" website to read his previous
columns and sign up for his regular e-mail
feature.
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The essays in A Brass Pole in
Bangkok, are sometimes wildly funny,
sometimes deadly serious, always merciless
in their unmasking of the pretenses and
charlatans of society. Fred, a former
Marine, subscribes to no ideology ("an
ideology is just a systematic way of
misunderstanding the world") but
exuberantly wreaks havoc on practically
everything, and delights in everything
else: the psychotherapy swindle, squalling
feminists, race racketeers, damn fool
wars, red-light districts in Asia, and
tequila fests in Mexico, where he
lives.
A
Brass Pole in Bangkok: A Thing I Aspire To
Be, by Fred Reed
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Buy Fred's new reprehensible book,
Nekkid In Austin! Another
collection of Fred's collected outrages,
irresponsible ravings, and curmudgeonry
from "Fred On Everything" and some
innocent magazines that, he says,
foolishly published him. Wildly funny,
sometimes wacky, always provocative essays
on the collapse of America.
Nekkid
in Austin: Drop Your Inner Child Down a
Well, by Fred Reed
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